because Chinnu and Rudaiba are being too philosophical.
I made this a while ago as the intro to a short 3-part poem set called "Bubbles". No official title for each part yet, so let's call this one "a small ode to when it didn't matter."
I.
Air
encased in a thin, soapy, film creates:
an orb
that dances in the sunlight,
scattering it into a pretty, iridescent rainbow
across its rounded surface,
innocent as the children that chase it
with a later forgotten glee.
this is very emo lol