segunda-feira, 23 de maio de 2011


When things go right for me, I tend to start spiraling.
My mood lifts, lifts, a helium balloon shooting up towards the
but then., suddenly, it's lost. There are no limits, there are no references or boundaries. It is doomed in eternal sky. It makes me lightheaded.

Until...POP! And the plastic pieces go crashing back down to Earth.

I am trying to hold the spiraling and maintain the balloon in hand.

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