i love how you can make me feel high
like a child's balloon, which floated out of her hand
and into the air, soaring
higher
and higher
and even higher
until it reaches a simple tree branch and
pop
and then the balloon begins to tumble down
onto a innocent driver who's on their way to work
who's windshield the now deflated balloon lands on
when they swerve to not crash into the ongoing traffic ahead of them
now that an object is blocking their view
and they drive straight into a tree,
and their head bangs off the the car's dashboard
since a worker who inspected the car's model
did not realize that the airbags did not deploy
and they are dead,
all because of a balloon
which a careless child let slip out of their hand.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
i love how you can make me feel high
like a child's balloon, which floated out of her hand
and into the air, soaring
higher
and higher
and even higher
until it reaches a simple tree branch and
pop
and then the balloon begins to tumble down
onto a innocent driver who's on their way to work
who's windshield the now deflated balloon lands on
when they swerve to not crash into the ongoing traffic ahead of them
now that an object is blocking their view
and they drive straight into a tree,
and their head bangs off the the car's dashboard
since a worker who inspected the car's model
did not realize that the airbags did not deploy
and they are dead,
all because of a balloon
which a careless child let slip out of their hand.
i love how you can make me feel dead, and alive
at the same
time.
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