I am surrounded by glass bubbles…
But only for as long as they can live.
When they hit the floor, they shatter into a million pieces.
The bubbles represent my efforts to create my own happiness.
I have days when I am surrounded by emptiness.
No bubbles around me.
No matter how much I try to create new bubbles, I fail.
I feel raw, naked, sensitive and vulnerable.
I placed my tattered heart in a glass armour.
And let me just tell you…
This is real.
No one can tell me any different.
I feel broken.