The Bubble

I’ve a bubble inside me,

With all these feelings in it,

The desire to write for someone,

The urge to hold someone,

The craving to let go,

Yet hold on to moments,

To cherish on days like this,

A little gloomy,

A little chill,

A little windy,

A little lost,

A little found,

In hearts and poetries,

Of the love unannounced.

I wonder when the bubble will burst,

Bringing all these verses,

To life,

In real.

In hope of a peaceful night.

As I sit now tired of all the chaos of the long day with the wind blowing my hair and the music bursting in my ears, I want to get up and dance on its tunes and just get lost in some partying world. But, I’ve hurt my knee and I’m just sitting and looking at the moon who is playing hide-&-seek with the clouds and me.

Tonight, it’s a peaceful night of sorts. It better be! The day was a headache.
Enjoy!