Swell

These days daze me. My smile, more natural, spreads right through my body. My step is lighter. I think I have become that balloon. My skin has not really changed colour or texture and I am not floating about in a highway. But maybe I am. Maybe the cars are all the other people being stressed and busy all around me scooting by hooting and tooting at anything in their way, playing packman with the dotted line they blindly follow without ever questioning why or where it is leading them.

I am happy to go my way, not the highway. Life is swell, and I am swollen with it.

unburstable bubble

I saw a balloon on a highway yesterday. This little piece of ridiculously bright flimsy latex wrapped around nothing was skipping and dancing around massive chunks of chrome and metal hurtling at it from both directions. Nothing would pop or break its fragile shell as it was too light and would simply float upwards out of harms way. The incredible lightness of being.

I want to be this balloon.