Paper weight.

And so

it expanded. And then

it grew. Until it disappeared.

Raining fragments; the colourful

ones. Buried and hidden, forgotten

with time. Sweeping over the world

that used to be pristine, clear, simple,

and beautiful. And there were smiles

and laughter and the comfort of just

knowing. Before the signs of red

flesh dangling from the whites

of my nails. Before the first

hint of doubt crept into

my pulse and all

I wanted

was

     right

            there

       in

my

arms

       yet

                 never

                         to

                              be

                                        a

                                           g

                                         a

                                       i

                                     n.

Talking like this is retarded. But making a balloon was fun. I was terribly torn.

BASICALLY

I am at the precipice of my breaking point.