Sunday, April 3, 2011

hot air balloon

balloon festival. my favourite time of year as a child. my parents used to wrap us up in coats and take us to the lake, fog rising off the ground as we watched the rainbow balloons inhale the warm air and lift up into the sky.

esperanza - hope - rising.

i think of that today as i watch the balloons fly higher and higher into the sky.

then this afternoon he breaks the "no contact" rule one too many times. only i am allowed to break that rule, although i don't. it wouldn't be a big deal, but it comes in the wake of my sister contemplating suicide yet again. it's all too much. i email him sharply, staccato bursts, not saying what i really mean.

my dreams rise with the balloons and burst like bubbles in the sunshine.


  1. You are beautiful. Every time I read through your thoughts I am lost in the best possible way. I have sat down and read for hours, backwards through every word.
    You are lovely

  2. And you are even more lovely. Your comment made me happy inside in a way that's hard to describe.

    Are you a writer too? I'd love to read your blog if you have one.


  3. I am a writer. Poet really.
    It's my home there.