Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Watch me disappear

Sometimes i think my heart is a balloon.
I imagine it floating inches
above me as i walk.
It bobbles with the breeze and
gets caught under bridges
and around small corners.
The higher it soars the lighter
my footsteps feel along the pavement.
Until one day the balloon was so full,
my feet scarcely touch the ground at all.
And now here I lie on the bitumen.
No balloon.

Don't promise me Paris and fall through half way.

Next time I won't be so stupid.

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