the bubble world..

somehow this weekend the strange urge in me.. like i would drink a coctail which would put the colors i can see with my eyes more into contrast.. there is this urge coming from the fact that i am able see the difference.. the questions are hanging on a silky ropes in my mind disappear, burst always when a pure bubble touches them.. this weekend i had blewn a lot of bubbles.. everything started with friday evening when all the week thinking came to an end. the mind became cleaner at the one time, when in other one was fulfilled by those bubbles.. each bubble is coming from a part of me, each bubble is meant to burst at least one hanging question.. i am sure that it will be not this weekend when there will be no more questions hanging in my mind, but it is this weekend when i found the sense in blowing bubbles..