A Bubble
I'm in a bubble. Perfectly spherical and elusive to sound.
I'm in a bubble at a crossroads. Right in front of me is a huge signboard that indicates where each lane goes. I stare at it but it's empty. No squiggles or hard to discern words. Clean. Empty.
I'm in a bubble at a crossroads waiting. People pass by and tell me where to go but I can't hear them. It's the bubble, I gesture. They give me food to sustain for the day but after awhile it's not enough. They smile and laugh but they always leave. Who would sit at a crossroads with a girl they don't know, when there's fields to plough and fruits to reap?
I'm in a bubble at a crossroads waiting for someone to write on the signboard. Then at least I would know which way to go.
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