The Smell of floating soap

Going through things that I wasn't part of, but was the cause of, creates way too many thought bubbles.

Bubble 1 - Wishing for time to vanquish time, does nothing but contend with the future. This future is the only thing I can think about.

Bubble 2 - All biological warfare in my brain will be spoken of and fixed with speech. Hopefully, you can share in the same way, and nothing will get in the way.

Bubble 3 - Liars lie. That's why they don't exist anymore. Keeping it that way will be a large addition to the last bubble.

Bubble 4 - Distance traveled will continue so, but dream's state that it will only be a problem for a short distance of days.

Bubble 5 - There isn't anything I can do to change the blank spots of years. I only have the ability to do my best to fill in these blanks the best I can. They're always going to be there with scribblings instead of memories.

Bubble 6 - I have never experienced such darkening, empty craters, that some how; vomit sadness, fear, excitement, hate, love, over focused distraction, and eagerness. (In between each of the last commas is another word and comma.)

Bubble 7 - There are things that sit in this cave and speak to me in ways I don't know how to relate to. The only thing I know is they bleed, and they bleed so well, that it won't wash off.

Bubble 8 - I've witnessed many horrible things throughout this fortnight of life. I know of only one thing that makes them go, and then stay, just where they should be.

Bubble 9 - I can't start to understand something that is too difficult to comprehend. I've never in my days found something so confusing that I sometimes don't know how or what to do. But, I'm pretty damned sure I know exactly what it is, and want to experience it with you.

Bubble 10 - There is only one prescription to these parallels.

my Tank.