Hopeful Pessimism

Im trying to buy costs. Forget my next thought. Remember my future actions, Pick up where i've left off. So I see this bubble. Filled with love, and everything involving purity. Getting into the bubble is impossible, Trying is obsurdity. People say my name- Even though they've never heard of me Because who I really am has flown away Im like a bird that speaks. I just want this bubbles purity. But my immaturity is constantly hurting me. How do you touch a bubble without without bursting it? If I burst my bubble, love gets mixed with all the hating, In the mix with all the faking Purity gets put where Satan is. And if fire wasnt hot, I still would try to play with it Caged Within Myself So it's not possible to start reaching out for help I can't reach out for anything. Do I have to go to sleep as I'm trying to live a dream? The paradox is interesting. But it doesn't really matter, because nobodys listening. If your talking about Reality, Make sure you'll never mention me.