We all live in bubbles.
It’s transparent and good and you don’t notice
that all bubbles burst
and you’re outside
suddenly amongst, yet simultaneously alone
deafened by the bang, blinded by the spray
the stab of reality
everyone is the same
you’re not protected, praised, perfect
we’re all just standing outside
disorientated
splattered in a past we can never inflate again
to scared to step, to slip, to stumble