Bubbles are indeed the happiest things on the earth! They're colourful and bright and really nice.
Bubbles made of soap blown into air of a temperature less than -15*C will freeze when they touch something.
Blowing bubbles was used for fun by Flemish people in the 1700s.
God I need a drink. Can't have alcohol, it's a depressant. C2H5OH remember that guy in the ER? But it feels like just having a Spotted Cow would fix everything.
A company in Chicago started selling bubble solution in the 1940s and so modern bubble blowing began.
There are even bubbles in space, look!
Spreading out into the darkness which clenches it's infinite and neverending grasp around the little lights because compared to him and how he moves even the stars are nothing that grasp that choking grasp and his hands that make their way into the little dark spaces everywhere into your closet or beneath the table or under the keys of the keyboard or behind your eyes in the little dark places in your head and he guides you to him whether you know him or not because he's there eyeless but watching and holding out his arms to hold you forever. He doesn't need to find you. He's already there. Watching me.
Fuck no I'm happy see, I'm writing and that's normal and I'm smiling so I'm happy, goddamnit I'm happy, see? You all see right? Raindrops and roses and whiskers on kittens and I whistle a happy tune so no one knows I'm scared cause if I pretend hard enough maybe I can fool him or myself or the outside or someone I'm happy happy joy joy