the bubble | by destiny kelly 

we're constantly performing to play our part in the play that makes up our social life. brief euphoric feelings that are fleeting and then waking up to the reality of self-isolation. This experience of making a moment last only to later regret your decisions. It feels good to partake until you find out it's only a coping mechanism to the bubble that's constantly squeezing us in, not allowing the masks to fall. As you're looking into the mirror you see a fraud staring back at you. this is a common emotion i feel at college. sometimes only feeling like its a bad dream I can't control, but still allowing the temporary euphoric feelings to take the place of my emptiness. and staring in the eyes of individuals’ feeling’s like at any moment the mask could fall and uncover the behind the scenes of the "performance".



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