mrkaleoblack

Rewind There they go. It really was that simple. The darkness in my pockets floated away with them. If I had any somber farewells to share with them, they seem to be lost. They never got the memo to join me today. The pertinent sadness that had clawed every inch of my being drifted away with the rest of my black balloons. In my hands is the balloon filled with light. She gave it to me with the smile I once hated. If she could be happy, why hadn’t I been? Why wasn’t she feeling like me? She’s giving up part of her happiness to me. When I touched the string of the balloon, I could feel an overwhelming satisfaction of time sp