my life is filled with red balloons. they cover the sky so that all i can see is the dim glow from their translucent warmth.

 i can look at them and i can reach them, and i can’t believe that theyre all in my range! i could pop them if i choose to but i wouldnt dare.

the fact that theyre sitting up there above me, blooming, smiling, globulous masses, is just enough for me to squeel with glee and bat my eyelashes at them.

 i touch them and play with them within my grasp and when i catch one i take it and hold on to it, shining it with my coatsleeve and thank everyone around for allowing me to. my red balloons keep me alive. i can let them go or keep them above, multiplying like the massive algae bloom they are in my little big heart.