this is a random post.
you see.
last night.
i was at the balconey, just looking out.
and suddenly, i thought of balloons.
i've always liked balloons.
even though i really cant stand the loud
sound they make when they explode.
to me,
they've always represented freedom and life.
like they're always floating.
right?
wrong.
last night i discovered.
that all balloons symbolize failure and death.
all balloons.
its true.
you see.
what happens
to a balloon when you
release it into the sky?
its floats all the way up.
but.
sooner or later,
its gonna have to deflate and come right back down.
its the same for all balloons.
helium balloons, hot air balloons.
the ones that you have to blow yourself are worst.
they dont even float.
they just get in your way until they eventually deflate
or till someone steps on them.
do you get my point now?
well. there is always 2 ways to look at things.
and this is one way.
trust sara to find the darker aspect of balloons.
go on.
think about it.
you know what.i think we're all like balloons.me, especially.