I am living in a bubble.

A beautiful bubble.

Light reflects from the outside and blinds me on the inside.

I do not mind though. I accept the light willingly, reaching for it.

Like a cow drawn to grass.

Being inside a bubble is not what many people think.

You can not actually touch the bubble, or else it will pop,

and you will fall soundlessly for God knows how long.

One day I saw a boy outside of my bubble.

He was blurry but I could tell he was very handsome.

His eyes were black and cold, but his eyes brightened the closer he got to the bubble.

Can he see me?

He smiled slightly and began to reach for the bubble.

I reached towards the boy's hand hopefully,

He was just a few inches from the bubble.

My eyes grew wide as I realized…

He's going to touch the bubble.

My breath hitched...

Should I willingly fall?

Inspired by Jessie (a great friend)

Dear Potato Chip,

There was once a time when your kind was something else, something…spectacular. But, there were people who experimented on you and your kind both. Now, I am not authorized to give you this information, and just writing this letter could mean the end of my life, but I felt as though you needed to know this. I first came across this information on accident. I was helping out in the lab and found a drawer hidden in the wall. When I opened it, out came years of research, and I was horrified at what I had found.

I cannot tell you everything that was found there, but I can tell you the basics. You were a young chip when it had happened, so you probably won’t remember this, and even if there was a chance of you remembering it, your memory was probably altered, actually, this is very likely. So, here goes nothing. Long ago there was a village of potatoes, creatures that you’ve only heard of in myths. They were happy and free, and were such a kind people, that when a man cub wandered into their camp, they accepted it happily.

They raised it as one of their own. However, when he got old enough, they let him go to the human world, and being as innocent as he was, he led a group of friends he made back into the village. Little did he know that they would capture them and torture them just for fun. They killed many of them and did experiments on the rest. You… were one of the ones that were experimented on. You were not always a potato chip, you were… a potato.

Sincerely,

Fries

To kiss my love is to kiss the stars

To kiss my love is like fighting wars

To kiss my love is to tell my story

To kiss my love is to live in glory

To kiss my love is to be me

To kiss my love is to be free

To kiss my love is to always cope

To kiss my love is to dwell in hope

To kiss my love is to stop the schemes

But instead kiss my love in my dreams