Timeless Cocoon

“I’ve crawled back into my shell. Or rather I’ve built a timeless cocoon around me just so that you can’t get to me. There’s is no more you and your eloquent words about shooting stars and the future and how eternal we become with every sunset we watch together. Truth is, you are you and I’m me and that, in a nutshell, means that we can never become one. You can never become a part of the divinity that completes me and I’ll never let myself become entwined within your dreams that kept showering me with fake rainbow dust. I probably should thank you for pushing me far enough to see that heavenly line underneath the rubble that separates you and me, and me and everyone else. You made me see my bubble; that translucent baby blue bubble that God created to protect me from people like you. The bubble, as beautifuly mend-able as it is, is supposed to bounce me back the moment I realize I’m swimming dangerous waters. It’s supposed to prevent me from falling over into inescapable voids made to look like prettly little ponds with Goldfishes and mermaids. That’s what you made it look like. I should have known it all sounded too beautiful, too magnificent, too tempting.

I’m back in my bubble; hard headed with a timeless cocoon around my heart that’ll prevent people like you from getting to  me. Everything has a reason behind those beautiful lacy curtains that they all cover up their reasons with. But all I need is my timeless cocoon, my bubble and my seasons; winters, springs, autumns and summers, with myself behind that line beneath the rubble.

There is no more you, to me.”

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