It is like we are carrying our whole lives with us, from
one second to another, leaving no traces in the past. It is thrilling and scary
and exhilarating and depressing.
And I, I am always living in this huge giant bubble. Of
course people can see it, laugh at it and express concern sometimes. But I
always live on the pretext that they can’t do any of this. This bubble is so
fragile that the slightest of nudges can blow it up. When it blows up, it blows
up fully, leaving no proof of the world that existed between its multi-coloured
edges and me, leaving me completely fucking defenceless and new as a small
child who has no idea what is going on.
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