Bubbles

Half cups of bubbles flocking together to make it seem as they like to be close to each other so badly. Every bystanding observer will tell without a second thought that it’s just gravity pulling them so hard. Like they have a choice. Glancing through the see through walls, holding onto each other. I tried to peek into their faces. What are they thinking? Are they happy or sad? Efforts were in vain. Like I’m not suppose to know.

Sliding through the walls they did. Taking all the heated souls with them. Leaving behind the gruesome coldness to me.

Rush of blood through the veins increased with the frequency of tingly murmurs. Common misinterpretation of the place as an escape destination was not to be found no matter how hard I look. Leaving no trail, taking the spots of memories as their neighbours went to do their magick.

Magick, magick, magick …