the balloons
listening to:
mood:
2001-10-28 - 12:33 a.m.
scenario:driving on the freeway. i look up. there, floating suspended, over the hurried 6 lane freeway is a small golden balloon, probably an escapee from the nearby universal studios. it is filled with helium and is striving to reach the stars. however, it is stuck; hovering in one place. tied to the end of its own string, is another string, with a red, half deflated balloon drooping... wanting to fall to the ground. done with being lighter than our air.
i looked at this image for the 2 seconds i had been granted. it stunned me. suddenly i thought to myself, 'there is always someone or something which will try to bring you down and conversely, you may try to bring someone or something down.'
then, tonight at a concert, i saw a seesaw. and something else occurred to me: you can have relationships like the balloons in the sky or like riding a seesaw.
personally, i prefer the up and down, back and forth, push and pull of the plank, rocking up and down, a reciprocal movement. the tension in the balloon situation doesn't quite work for me. the fight, the right and wrong, the holding back, the tie that binds each one to lose their individual dream.
i strive for the seesaw. lets play, shall we?
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