The Blue Balloon

The blue balloon needs to be reigned in, stopped from floating away. Quick! Before the string runs out. Else it'll rise and rise and rise. and burst.

the weightless air dissipates. what's left drifts.
in torn fragments, carried by the wind.


Hm. I've realized lately how pretentious of a person I can be. It's ridiculous.

I'm profoundly disappointed in myself.sigh.
Erica