Damn, I’m Deep*
Posted on | July 4, 2010 | 3 Comments
A heart-shaped balloon blew into my yard.
Partially deflated and struggling against a ribbon and plastic weight, it flailed and twisted in the wind.
I watched through the window for a bit before cutting the ribbon.
Then, I watched it float away. Until it was gone.
*I’m exactly like that intense, pot-head, stalker kid in American Beauty.
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Gerry Hayes
I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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I likes this Gerry. I saw a heart shaped fuschia pink balloon somersault into the sky yesterday on the way home from work. Into a deep blue sky it went but there was no one around. I have to admit I stayed and watched its ascent.
*I’m just trying to be romantic but I’ll never pull it off.
Odd coincidence. Mine was fuschia pink too (although I’d never have described it as ‘fuschia’ without your prompting).
As I watched the tired heart, half its lift gone, rise, rise to the heavens, I stood and contemplated the metaphor… Then I thought, “Nah, it’s just a balloon, innit?” and had a cuppa.
And why did nobody tell me I’d fumble-fingered a missing ‘o’ in balloon? I’m trying to look deep here people and typos do not help.
Fixed it. The depth is back.