I have lived in a bubble for too long, and I hear that it will burst at some point, breaking my reverie. The naysayers do not realize its immense advantage as an insulation.
It shields me from the insanity outside. How many people know that celebrities are humans, with aches and wounds, just like ordinary mortals? We have been hurt, but we cannot show … lest it becomes a show-stopper.
The show must go on, till I drown or drain.
Petals are delicate
wither away with touch
but sewn in garlands
their sighs are inaudible
and pain shortens their life