Wednesday, April 18, 2007

fucking bubbles

once, he blew and made me bubbles. all of that easily popped except this one. it became so dear to me.. my happy bubble. i was amazed, it made me follow it everywhere it went and summer felt like forever. it made me forgot that it'll pop soon like the others. but the strong wind took it so high beyond cumuluses and out of the picture. raindrops began to fall.

and then he blows again..