My bubble :)

I know my bubble seems to you to be surreal
It may also seem to you to be brimming with incomprehensible positivism
May be also hope.
Calmness.
Emotion.
Inconsistency.

It may not be making any sense to you.
Or anyone else for that matter.
But, my bubble makes perfect sense to me in my mind.

And I love my bubble the way it is.
As..
My intimate experiences lie herein
My honesty lies bare herein
My dreams breathe herein

I have sheltered this bubble like how the oyster produces her pearl.

I understand your pity. Even hopelessness. May be even your concern.
And thank you for it.
But, please, dont worry.
I'll be safe.
And my daddy says- I am a big girl now. I can take care of myself. And I think I can.
So, take heart.

Yes, I'll fall, in all likelihood I will.
But it shall be only to rise again.
My bubble may look very different thereafter.
But that's cool, is it not?

Of what I shall be most happy and proud of is that I created it, moulded it and shaped it the way that I wanted.
With the choices that I made.
My own bubble.