Balloon
Breathe hopes
and dreams into it
Fragile, ethereal
Fragments of thoughts
As solid as air
Life force of ideas swirling
Gaseous exchange
Molecules
Touch then alter
Transform
Become
Becoming
Then let it go
The rubber skin
Watch it fly in dizzy frantic circles round the room
An optimistic dash
Futile as time passing
Breathable gases escaping
Discharging
Till the skin drops
Empty
Deflated on the floor
With the memory of flight fading
Faster than the warm residue of breath
Still left inside
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