Living in a bubble.

I'm living in a bubble.

some days (the better ones), i feel as if i'm pressed right against the glassy walls,

peering out

i see a bigger world out there,

 an endless road of possibilities.

On those days, i actually see how things will be better,

i feel the surge of warmth and ecstasy from my sugary milkshake,

see myself going forward,

accomplishing big things in this massive world.

Then

On days like these,

I realize i'm still in here.

And i reel myself back in to the very center of this bubble,

dwell in the comforts of the past,

even though it is this very thing that cripples me.

I live in a bubble.

How i know there is so much more outside,

yet I sit here with apprehension,

terrified that the world outside may simply disappoint

and i wouldn't feel the same again.

These days, 

when things get tough,

I simply wish you are here with me.