Someone remind me it's a beautiful life;
even if it's the ground keeping you the right way up.
Trip yourself, pat down yourself, unwind yourself and brush off yourself.
I do it all like I've done for everyone else.
The bubble of loneliness always seems ready to pop
while I try to give it a happier name,
As in art, light and movement persist to never stay the same,
Watching summer fade out of my skin
and my eyes and the air I breath.
Still the ground's under me
and I'm under a huge cloudy bell jar.
'The bubble of loneliness always seems ready to pop while I try to give it a happier name, '....... what an amazing line....ripped right out of my own heart...I can definately relate to this piece...great work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
“The bubble of loneliness always seems ready to pop” and “Watching summer fade out of my skin” – really nice words! ! !