HeLlO mY NaMe iS...

HeLlO mY NaMe iS...

Saturday, July 30, 2016

The Red Balloon with The Silvery Ribbon


She grabs tightly to the long, silvery ribbon of her bright Red Balloon.
And off she goes. Higher and higher into the billowy clouds.
Looking down, she waves goodbye to the world below her, smiling.
Laughing. Overjoyed at the feeling these heights give her.
The Red Balloon carries her far.
Showing her things she's never seen before. 
Brilliant cities below her.
Tall, green sequoias. 
Long, flowing rivers that sweep the leaves away in autumn.
Red Balloon makes her feel loved. Makes her feel alive.
Tempts her into all of the amazing wonders of the world.
Showing her the shiny people with smiling faces.
God, how she loves them.
They wave to her as she floats by.
Her long, brown hair, slipping across her neck; dancing in the wind behind her.
Absolute euphoria.
Her loving heart beats faster up in these starry skies, making music like the hooves of a horse as it runs free in the open country. 
The Red Balloon takes her higher, the stars seeming to smile at her; dancing around her, embracing her.

Drifting.


Drifting.


Drifting.

Higher.


Higher.

Higher.


And she can see Jupiter's rings.
Running her fingers through them, collecting the kaleidoscope of colors in her hands.
They drip off her fingertips into the deep abyss of space.
Flying closer to the sun, The Red Balloon becomes fragile. Delicate. The ribbon starting to waste away.
She wants to touch the hot sun. Feel the immense waves of heat. Collect a piece of it in a jar.

Something to remember.

But The Red Balloon has lured her too far.
It lets her go.
And she is free falling to earth.


Down.


Down.


Down she goes.

Faster.


Faster.


Faster she's screaming.


The Earth's exosphere swallowing her whole. 
She is horrified. Helpless.
Betrayed.
She closes her eyes and all she can see in her terrified mind is The Red Balloon. The pretty, silvery ribbon.
Trying to grasp only that image.
But something flings her eyes open, forcing her to see the blue below her.
The waves suspended in time as she nears the end.
What has she done?
Why does it have to be this way?
Free-falling.
No one to catch her but the deep, blue sea.
And it feels like concrete.
The Water.
It burns her body, pulling her in deeper.
And it won't matter how many tears she lets fall from her vivid, sorrowful eyes.
And no one will hear her screams.


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