May 2018
I wonder what it’s like to be a balloon.
I wonder what it’s like to be let go in the middle of the night.
I wonder what it’s like to float until I become one of the stars.
I wonder what it’s like to become so indistinguishable that I disappear.
I wonder what it’s like to ascend through the atmosphere so independently and infinitely high.
I wonder what it’s like to drag that coarsely iridescent ribbon to those heights.
I wonder what it’s like to succumb to the pressure inflicted on my epidermis, causing me to suddenly pop.
I wonder what it’s like to feel that reverberating ripple across my skin as I disperse into handfuls of geometric tears.
I wonder what it’s like to float so high, unrecognizable, only to fall apart.
I wonder how painful it is to be a balloon.
I wonder what it’s like to be a balloon.
I wonder what it’s like to be let go in the middle of the night.
I wonder what it’s like to float until I become one of the stars.
I wonder what it’s like to become so indistinguishable that I disappear.
I wonder what it’s like to ascend through the atmosphere so independently and infinitely high.
I wonder what it’s like to drag that coarsely iridescent ribbon to those heights.
I wonder what it’s like to succumb to the pressure inflicted on my epidermis, causing me to suddenly pop.
I wonder what it’s like to feel that reverberating ripple across my skin as I disperse into handfuls of geometric tears.
I wonder what it’s like to float so high, unrecognizable, only to fall apart.
I wonder how painful it is to be a balloon.
I wonder what it’s like to be a balloon.
5/8/2018
Backstory time... I was in Disneyland on the evening I wrote this, waiting for the nighttime fireworks. A child must have let go of his or her balloon because there it was, flying through the air... My first thought was, “That little white balloon probably cost the parents $15-$20...”. My second thought was, “I wonder what it’s like to be a balloon...”. So... I wrote this.
Backstory time... I was in Disneyland on the evening I wrote this, waiting for the nighttime fireworks. A child must have let go of his or her balloon because there it was, flying through the air... My first thought was, “That little white balloon probably cost the parents $15-$20...”. My second thought was, “I wonder what it’s like to be a balloon...”. So... I wrote this.
