softness; blankness; nothingA Poem by Sora
floating in a blank, bubble space:
floating. the softness of the air enveloping around me, not suffocating. the bubble ripples ever so slightly - i float in the middle. a dot. there's nothing outside the bubble. just a bright white; not blinding. i can't tell if it's cold or warm outside. not like i'd be able to venture out anyway. my eyes are closed, arms around my legs. a dot. i wonder if it'd be possible, if someone could peer through - peer over this circle and see me inside. could they reach their vast hands around the bubble, hold it? without it popping? or am i blocked out entirely, from this whatever might be outside, outside the white space, if there was one? i don't know. i want to sleep. i'm warm. but my legs feel cold. i don't know what it is anymore. i'm just floating.
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