This Fleeting World

This Fleeting World

The last time I was so me,
You had a masked face.
Fair enough.
This time let me mask my face,
You won’t be you.

All are not made of the same element.
Some of us are a floating world.
Bubble wrapped,
Bloated,
Bouncing,
Unaffected.

– Emily Parker

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