my grey bubble

those grey bubbles.. fly away, round and around.
some fly high.. some little low
some gone far .. some got blow
..some of them lost from my vision.



there's one bubble left stopped on the tip of my finger.
it's so beautiful with a rainbow colors reflect on its surface.
but in the same time it also looks so weak and so fragile.

i freeze my body and i hold my breath
coz i want that bubble stay
i keep in silent and act like i didn't exist
coz i want that bubble stay

and the winds blow....
the bubble move a little from my finger..
my heart beat so hard.. i'm scare..
but  the winds are so kind to me..
they did not take my bubble away..

and the time goes by..
the bubble whispering..
"i'm not strong enough. prepare your self"
My hearth beat so hard.. i'm scare

my grey bubble cracked
exploded and fade away 


~j


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