Dreams.
Do dreams really burst like bubbles once you stop believing in them? Maybe we are the bubble blowers and once we stop blowing and all the bubbles have vanished into thin air with a barely audible 'pop', they're gone forever, with no descendants borne from the breath of your mouth.
And your world will be bubble-less until one day, someone comes along and reminds you of how beautiful they are. Then, you may try again, producing a steady stream of newborn bubbles that will carry your dreams up, up, up into the everblue sky, whisper them into Heaven's ears and then, with a "Mission Accomplished" pop, joins its ancestors in the peaceful grave of Bubbleland.
Why don't I write anymore? I can't believe I let myself stop writing, and reading for so long. I must find time for these raisons d'teres of my life. It's time to blow bubbles again. =)
