| "Happiness is Nessnessnessnessipha, A Bubble is A Bubble" In the memory, happiness became emptiness In the memory, sadness tend to stay awake In the city I was born, where everything was artificial, the trees, the hills, the people.. I once was lying on the artificial ground, called floor, with her another piece of the floor right next to the ocean, on the harbor, under the sight-seeing balcony... looking at the roof, through the gaps, there was the sky the sky that consisted of different shapes of sky-high buildings People were walking by but we could be careless with the help from alcohol... still we saw them... so did they... they were my neighbors in this city, in which no one wanna be the next Einstein... maybe it's too hard, or they thought it would be easier or wiser to be a millionaire. or they would be better off, cause that man was once labeled as an idiot. or they had given up... only the time reminded me how long I was asking myself who they were... I couldn't locate the answer... because they didn't know the answer... they did not want me to ask "Would you hold my hand?" I whispered to myself and to her "Where do you wanna go?" she replied A guy with the joker dress came around and started his business in this harbor, because this harbor was a famous place in this city tourists, residents, wanderers, would all come down to this place.. we all would like to have the ocean view for our background of conversations, the faces showed the content. tricks after tricks, and the tricks gathered people around to watch money was his living necessity Appreciation was his soul, he would never be tired by the smiling faces Clapping and more Clappings as difficulties increased, stopped while the security guards burst in he didn't have any paper work to continue his show... All he had were a bubble making stick and a bottle of soap mixed with water. bubbles floating around even after he left. What were bubbles.. a layer that divided air, inside and outside, so light that they would follow the wind, or they were part of the wind I had seen him before, a sudden recall, these long lasting big bubbles looked familiar to me sometimes, a small one inside a bigger one... or he could just do the same trick as my old friend could... an old friend who was always good at bubble tricks... who might appear to be a funny guy outside who was not a happy guy inside the more he's sad, the better jokes or tricks he could make To entertain himself and to entertain others. the wind from the ocean with the smell of salty fish mixed wet summer air together guiding each bubble to have its own random chaotic move bubbles splashed in the air, or when hitting any surface a thicker, not necessary stronger, layer might bounce back a bit before it popped a bubble reached and was floating around our crossing fingers hands it was confusing to see which finger was mine or hers, for her nails were never polished but it wasn't hard when I followed the feeling through my vein gently lift off middle finger bubble popped faster than my eyes could catch hands and part of the arms were wet a bubble flew up and down, from my left to right across my eyes, "slow down" and they were gone certain dose of soap, adding to the water would calculate how much time the bubbles could sustain basic trick I heard from my old bubble friend, and he was done with the chemical mix a big circular-shaped-stick he pulled out, dived, and pulled out again a huge bubble came alive in front of my eyes I was amazed by the one to one ratio reflection of my head on the bubble "Bubbles never last long," he said as he showed off his multi-layer bubble it, or they, floating in the air, showing off the ability to deny the natural dragging force, called gravity kids from the playground were attracted, came and had a look "I have to realize how long each bubble would last before saying bye bye," he said to the air with another weird shape stick in his hand, A cut in the air, Ten bubbles came alive in a line "I just need to keep on making the bubbles, and the show would go on itself." He gave the kids a smile The kids replied with laughs, jumps, and clapping bubbles in the air with sweat Maybe I should have learned the bubble tricks from him maybe I would then remember the smiles better a squeezed by my fingers and hands, "it's getting late." she nodded Four o'clock in the morning, a supposed to be quiet street was crowded by a car accident policeman guiding cars for a detour firemen counting one to three to rescue the trapped driver nurses giving injuries a first aid tension and pressure were created by the walkie talkies unclear sound the blood created the cry, the memory "Bubbles," she said with her hand holding on to mine. Kachun |