how did i live in a bubble for so long without knowing it?
or did i know and just forget continuously?
like every single fucking day of my life?
how do i fix this? how do i make things good?
how do i become real and not a cartoon or a counterfeit copy of myself?
what if i can’t breath if i pop this bubble
what if the lack of oxygen is what has been sustaining me?
wait, no, that’s impossible because there is air in a tornado
you know, the kind that rips through people’s lives unconcerned about the results
the kind that rises up out of nothing because it longs for rotating defined attentions instead of really really thin clouds of debris and dust that are never long standing
what i make up in my head has been so much more interesting that what has been going on around me
and i always thought that was living, but maybe that’s not, maybe that’s day dreaming? or just dreaming?
and what the hell has everyone else been doing while i have been dreaming?
how have you all been living?
there are too many sharps around right now for the bubble to maintain its configuration
it’s going to pop
i wish i could just seep out like a small slice in shrinking balloon
slow and easy and calm and less exhausting
painless