Just how Far, does a Balloon Go?
I let my ballon go the other day, and I’m not really sure anymore- without even knowing where it’d end up, how high it will fly, and just how far it’d go. I remained stagnant wondering about the things people say that one way or another makes us feel somewhat okay. How letting my balloon go will keep me somewhat sane because he will see it from heaven, and possibly catch it. That letting my balloon go is my gift to him, because I will never be able to gift him anything else besides that. How will I even know if he’d be present at the other end to catch it? Will he show up just in time? Will God let him accept it?
Letting my balloon go that day, the same exact day we spent a morning together in family just a year before then, was indescribably tormenting. Like, I just saw you a year ago, and for you to be absent on the following year the same exact day, same exact place, sucks. It really sucks. And It hurts. I like to think that I’m not the strongest person in the world- in fact I’m vulnerable. I’m a cancer and of them all I am the most sensitive. And thus...here I am. With a broken heart, wondering beyond the odds and how far did my balloon actually go that day... and if he actually caught it...
if he actually caught it...
Letting my balloon go that day, the same exact day we spent a morning together in family just a year before then, was indescribably tormenting. Like, I just saw you a year ago, and for you to be absent on the following year the same exact day, same exact place, sucks. It really sucks. And It hurts. I like to think that I’m not the strongest person in the world- in fact I’m vulnerable. I’m a cancer and of them all I am the most sensitive. And thus...here I am. With a broken heart, wondering beyond the odds and how far did my balloon actually go that day... and if he actually caught it...
if he actually caught it...