It makes my heart clench and my soul rise like a balloon escaping from a childs tiny hand.
Rising. Rising so high. Embraced by the arms of heaven.
When I was a kid, thats what I always thought happened. That once you let go of a balloon, it would fly up into the sky. Out of sight. Soaring high up into space.
Dancing among the shimmering stardust.
Landing on the moon where all of the other balloons go.
They wouldnt be alone in such a vast world as that.
Filled with childish grace and harmony.
I didnt know about air pressure nd stuff like that then.
Once i found out the truth..that the balloons actually poped beforre they even reaced space, it seriouly fel like someonehad just walked up and punched me right in the gut.
I was at a loss for words.....No
No. I had words....Words that burned like a fire an filled me with pain. The pain of growing up.
