Jun 10
when i was a child,
there was a floating island inside of an immortal bubble. noone else knew it was there, not even my imaginary friend. tho i think they did because the bubble was theirs.
sometimes there was a garden hanging over the edge. or a pokemon battle field. or a chest of things i liked. my dog would appear too. mainly, there was only a house. small, and easy to think about.
inside was always trying to escape outside. i'd let it a lot, it was so much easier to deal with the world when it was only as big as what i could imagine would come out.
i wish going back felt the same
