Just a thought.

Hi.

This is just a thought.

Nothing more,

I promise.

Life is kind of a packet of balloons. You work for ages and ages, puffing one up. Like, really slowly and steadily. Sometimes you get really tired, but you keep going and going and then…

BAM.

It pops in your face. You wanna cry cos you’re pissed. You hate it when stuff fucking pops in your face. You hate dumb surprises (you are easily startled). It’s potentially day-ruiner material. But you don’t cry, because it’s just blurted a whole bunch of dainty shiny glittery confetti all over you that kinda mysteriously seemed to come out of nowhere.

You keep the dainty shiny glittery confetti cause’ it reminds you that better days are ahead. Yet you’re scared that a gust of wind is going to whip through the window and take the confetti away from you. You’re really scared. You need the window open for air circulation, but you worked hard for this confetti.

You resign to the fact that, well, if the confetti chooses the wind over you, then, what can you do other than blow some more balloons, and hope that if you blow up enough with your helium breath, maybe you’ll be whisked away into the sky too.