exhausting to live
nursing a soap bubble
when a stray wind or word
can pop a fleeting happiness
A sensitive joy
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RED GLADIOLA 
This one hits home. Aren’t they all like soap bubbles? That’s how it feels to me anyway.
I think so. I suppose the optimists are the ones who are confident they can always blow more.
And the ones that burst didn’t really matter anyway.
We can’t be forever on the defensive, but “stray” is key here… being caught unaware by that unanticipated moment.
I’d have to say life is mostly filled with those “stray” moments then. Thanks for reading!
Falling in love ~ perhaps it’s always like holding a soap bubble, hold on too hard and it will die and leave nothing behind but memories.
Ah, love. Something that can’t be earned, but has to be continually nurtured and can be broken like trust.
Oh wow, yes! I’m not so optimistic that I can “always blow more”– I might muster “hope”, but it offers no guarantee 🙂
I think we’re in the majority then! *winks*
Yep 🙂