Are we the aliens on an alien planet?
We feel our surroundings for something familiar to relate to, but what if there’s nothing familiar at all?
Do we then make the surroundings familiar to us?
I see a dog in the distance.
She came and presented herself to us.
She’s beautiful but moving away from us.
The under currents are changing but I’m too distracted by her beauty to notice.
Shattered Memoirs //
My neglect of the under currents have burst my bubble.
I don’t understand and I’m unfamiliar.
I’m back to the same place where I first crashed.
Am I dreaming?
She’s taken me in her arms.
I begin to understand what’s causing the pain.
The Other Side //
By her side.
I see things beyond the spectator.
She let me go.
I’m left alone to with a burst bubble.
All I can think about was her.
I realize the bubble was holding me back.
I want to make a promise with her.
By living my life outside the bubble.
This is Home //
I realized that she had always been close and familiar.
The land wasn’t alien, but we created a bubble to see things alien.
This was our home after all.