In Annailo's mind…
A bubble you created to protect what you think you cannot face. A
private universe for you to stay and live in, with high fences against
the world’s sorrow and pain. A happy place for you to rest in the fake
arms of your loved ones, where no one else is allowed to enter or stay.
With your own hands you kill the natural power of your inner strength,
like a baby who are not allowed to drink from its mother’s breast. Life is
no bubble and bubbles have no life. They fly up to the sky, only to
break and disappear, by the touch of a needle’s sharp tip. And their wet
walls will stay on your wings, and you will fall and you will land, on
reality’s stoney ground.
Loneliness can be a cobweb for those who fear tears. But tears are
only drops of feelings, running down the protecting bark on the trunk of Yggdrasil.
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