Do you ever feel trapped in a bubble? You just keep floating farther and farther away and the only escape is to pop the bubble completely? But that would only leave you to fall and you're so high up you'd surely die.
I think I feel this way about 90 percent of the time. I feel as if I have floated away from what real life is supposed to be like and there I am in my bubble, floating along. The only emotion I feel is gut wrenching pain. Do I pop this bubble? Do I take the plunge to my inevitable death?
Perhaps I could spread my wings and fly with the current, but that might take too much faith. Faith in myself, faith in the world around me, faith in all of my surroundings.
To live in a world where I just float along is most definitely the easy thing to do. My movements of those like a puppet where the world controls every movement I make.
To scrape to the very depth of my soul would sicken most of you...if you only knew the demons that are on my back. I look down evening my breath as I drift out of view...do you even hear me?
Then the world blackens around me...
