Bubbles

The bubbles I build around myself are arguably so beautiful because they are so fragile. The way they tremble adds to their beauty. I was so happy today, and now, I am left with the slight film of a bubble that has burst. Misted. Dewed.

I don't want to sigh, but I did. A breath that slowly inhaled then released; disappointment chasing away the rainbows that don't want to play. Folding into myself, shielding myself from light.

I was so happy today.