Bubble Worlds |
| Woman-Child
Is no more a butterfly than she ever was yet has some likeness to that faerie creature a girl turns into a woman emerges from her bubble-world cocoon hold eyes captive with her smile and happiness retaining the light-hearted quality of girlhood and the knowledge of the butterfly's freedom of flight at once both ethereal goddess and exotic temptress
*** years of being sheltered too fragile to resist forbidden fruits and pleasures. morals and restraints thrown to the wind. explosion of self pieces fly everywhere smoke clears showing I am alone wholly on my own after years of shelter under parental wings |
This Is How I Am
I wish you wouldn't spend so much time trying to figure me out I'm not worth the effort it takes to get to know me If it seems as if I am a complicated person- it is only because I rarely speak, rarely say what I am thinking. and I am so clueless when it comes to you, to other people, I cannot read the words between the lines I only hear that which is spoken and your face is a blank page to me. so rarely do I know what's happening in the world beyond me living life in an enclosed bubble, seeing the glass as both half empty and half full. |
lying on my bed trapped inside my head the world vaguely knocks at my door disregarded time and time again a private world is created where I can dwell in peace where I can seek refuge the "real world" left outside on the front lawn trash bags to be thrown into the dumpster a world of fantasy fantastic glimmering with gossamer posibilites time stands still yet the sun climbs the sky maybe I am just wasting my time.
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