a spherical cocoon sewn of thoughts,
convictions, prejudices, loves and hatreds,
You have a bubble called you,
I barely see you through your you-bubble,
you barely see me through my me-bubble
Then you try to extend your bubble over mine,
gobble it up
through love, you say,
and I believe that
because I feel that
by avoiding the failed attempt
to know that
And I’m resisting to your bubble,
and try to break it through,
to reach you
to pull you out like a trophy
and look at you
and your transparent heart
