Fragile, that’s me.

Floating away past sea and trees.

Up in the air with all my cares iridescent and adhered to me.

I can see them, but they don’t see me. At least not really or truly.

I dare not push for I will pop and I do not know what will happen then.

I long to taste the cool sweet air, not this soapy film covering body and hair.

I remember not how or when I found myself inside this sphere, who put me here? Who left me there? I’ll never know, but I do care.

For I’m alone inside a bubble, I mean no harm, I want no trouble. But I’m alone and I am scared, this thin casing is my protection and my jail.

I dare not leave for if I do a breakdown is imminent this is true.

So please do not pop me, leave me be, I may be alone and I may not be free, but this is my home and inside it is me.