I wait…
I wait…
I wait…
Every moment ticks by with the intensity of a pricking needle but the pop never comes, the moment of awakening never reaches me and all around, outside the fragile husk of a vanishing existence, the world continues to rotate and revolve around me.
I sit alone inside a bubble of my own creation, a fragile bubble that never bursts. The beating of my heart resounds in my empty cocoon, like drums reverberating off walls in this desert compound.
The intensity of a longing which I cannot fathom builds up inside and I long to touch a cloudless sky. I look ahead in the vain hope that a light will reflect, casting a pristine prism of light through my transparent prison. I long to see colors in a black and white world.
The hum and the spin continues.
The world will never stop.
I am only one.
This is-My Life, My World, My Bubble
