...and I
the balloon held by the hands of a blue and windswept sky just bob along as if expecting that at any moment I would burst and one more movement up or down would shift me to a formless place.
This
my face set to the day as if not the balloon but still bob, bob, bobbing on my way waiting for the pin to ***** and I a little sick of floating high disown the sky and buy myself a lighted flame.
'Tis dangerous but I like the game at times.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
...and I
the balloon held by the hands of a blue and windswept sky just bob along as if expecting that at any moment I would burst and one more movement up or down would shift me to a formless place.
This
my face set to the day as if not the balloon but still bob, bob, bobbing on my way waiting for the pin to ***** and I a little sick of floating high disown the sky and buy myself a lighted flame.
'Tis dangerous but I like the game at times.
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