Bubble

  Have you ever felt like you're living inside a bubble and the strange part is, you chose to stay? You take everything in. Every conversation, every emotion, every little thing people throw your way you absorb it all. Like a sponge that never gets wrung out. And somewhere along the way, it all just sits there. Inside you. Heavy and unspoken. You want to talk. You want to let it out. There's this burning urge to just express yourself but when the moment comes, the words don't show up. They disappear. And what you're left with isn't peace. It's frustration. That slow, simmering kind that nobody around you even notices. Everything starts to feel vague. Like you're standing in a fog, reaching for something, clarity, connection, even just a simple answer but your hands keep coming back empty. And still, you stay in the bubble. Not because it's comfortable. But because somewhere deep down, you're waiting for the right moment to finally let it all out. But...