My small comforting bubble bursts

with the onset of responsibility

I was walking against the traffic before

Now i am the traffic i used to curse

I was invisible with no chance of discovery

Now i am invisible with no wish to be discovered

Still

In the comfort of the car

The falling rain blurs my vision

through the window

Shapeless souls walk and run with umbrellas

or without one

which just serves as a reminder of my privilege that I take for granted all the time

of being given the chance to be in a bubble

while others try to be comfortable without one

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