Bubbles.

Well, I don't seem to be able to get bubbles outta my head, so here goes.

I love bubbles, both the word and the thing itself. They're one of those things that look exactly the way they sound, they're onomatopoeic - b-u-b-b-l-e-s. Pretty straightforward. Which is such an.. aspirable characteristic? Nevertheless, this isn't a rant about the integrity of bubbles.

Every so often, I seem to find myself in bubbles, comfort bubbles where I'm insulated from everything else. It's kind of like being underwater, or plugging in earphones, when everything else seems to be far, far away, out of my area of concern. These bubbles sneak up on me, during bus rides, when I'm reading, or long, comfortable conversations. And then it proceeds to do what 'comfort' is infamous for - difficult to break out of. It just seems so easy to stay there and not move, let everything else just happen all around me. But well. You need to get out at your stop, you can't stay forever in restaurants. Of course, I try to keep this thing of beauty from breaking for as long as I possibly can. But you can't do that forever, you need to move on from things after they've served their purpose. I do not know how to describe or quantify what purpose has been served, perhaps it is And despite wanting so badly to stay, I end up moving and the bubble true to its name breaks. But that's perfectly fine, until next time bubble! :3