BULLES DE RÊVE

The Bubbles of Dream

BULLES DE RÊVE

People watching, mind wandering,
bubbles of dream floating above my head,
whispering to me tales about lilac garden
and singing nightingale.

Shades of white and turquoise flowers blooming,
my little self dancing to the song of nature,
my once innocent soul embracing the hugs
of the pastel garden,
and my untouched lips kissing the earth.

BULLES DE RÊVE

For those who daydream with their eyes open

  • Bulles de Rêve is basically an
    invitation to zone out for a minute.

    Not to run away from life,
    just to look at it through softer glass.

    It smells like the kind of smile that
    shows up for no reason.

    Like lying under a cotton-candy sky,
    pink turning violet, watching clouds
    do whatever they want.

    Like remembering you’re allowed to
    feel light again.

    Peace doesn’t always have to be quiet.
    Sometimes peace is round and
    weightless and a little ridiculous.

    Close your eyes.

    Let one bubble land on your wrist.
    It won’t break.

    It will just stay there, shining,
    until the whole world feels soft
    enough to touch.

  • So yeah.

    Slow down a little.

    Breathe.

    Let one of those bubbles carry you
    for a second.

    The worlds inside them are yours
    anyway.

Notes

BULLES DE RÊVE

Neroli pops like the first happy surprise
of the day.

Syringa and lily of the valley dance in,
light and a little giggly. It feels like
morning sun hitting your face and
making you smile for no reason.

Tuberose comes in creamy and warm,
wrapped in sweet osmanthus and fluffy
mimosa. This is the part that feels like
a hug you didn’t know you needed.

Everything slows down, gets gentle,
floats.

Styrax and olibanum settle like a calm
hand on your shoulder.

Gray amber keeps a tiny shimmer, the
way peace stays on your skin long after
the laughter fades. It never shouts.

It just leaves you lighter.

Embrace this dream