General

life is random
my thoughts specific

i’d like to live
where I would thrive

a place
filled with comfort

meeting my needs
supplying what’s required

this
my paradise

this
enough of what is needed

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #207 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Enchanted

Bubble

A bubble with a transparent veil;

kept together with a fragile frame.

A bubble with a sphere of protection;

vulnerable to flak from sharp words.

A bubble hovering in mid air;

silently shifting through my heart.

A bubble immersed in historical fear;

Afraid to speak in case they hurt

the ones they love.

I am trying to ignore augmented reality and the metaverse, because I am perfectly happy living my life inside of a bubble.  Those that live in an augmented world, integrate virtual elements into real-world environments and this will only work if the user is able to see the real world as it is right now.  AR manipulates the real-world space that the user sees, altering their perception of reality.  The person living in an augmented reality might be watching a live recording of the real world with virtual elements imposed on top of it.  They may also be walking down the street and it becomes a wild amalgamation of the physical and the virtual worlds, merged so convincingly that the boundaries will disappear in their minds.  These surroundings will become filled with persons, places, objects, and activities that don’t actually exist, and yet they will seem deeply authentic to us. …

I feel trapped in a web

Woven by fantastical visions

It’s a place at once dark and exhilarating 

Because it’s neither reality nor fiction 

Living and thinking too much inside the bubble 

I have lost the connection to the world outside 

Day by day, existing in a reality created by others

I am lost, trying to break the gossamer threads

Of this metaverse, that is pulling me deeper and deeper

I need to breathe 

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Written in response to RXC, hosted by Reena

Today’s prompts were;

1. Write a story from inside a bubble.
2. Augmented reality
3. Metaverse

#Keepitalive

#RXC

Slight
vision
is enough
to see the bright
light

This post is part of

Reena’s xploration Challenge

Thank you for reading.

Stay Blessed!

Mists of dreams transfigures,

As illusionary clouds,

To be lost in wisps of imagination,

Just as a cactus flower stops to bloom,

Enchanting,

After eagerly waiting for long,

Blossoming,

Leading light.

31 words, free style

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge #206, theme :- light. Thank you Sadje for hosting What do you see challenge#107, picture prompt. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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