red balloon girl part2one day, red balloon girl and barefoot boy were sitting on the kitchen floor, the linoleum sticking a little to their bare legs in the last sunshine of a summer afternoon. take me somewhere beautiful red balloon girl said. take me somewhere where we can watch the leaves turn orange and see the first traces of our breath in the air. i want to see the ocean again, she said, i want to swim in the rain with you, explore old forests and feel the salt in the air. barefoot boy smiled, kissed her fingertips.red balloon girl part2
red balloon girl didn't know where he'd come from or what brought him to her. she didn't know why he'd left wherever he'd bee
red balloon girlonce upon a time, amongst dirty alleys and dilapidated buildings in a decaying urban wasteland, there lived a girl. all the people around her had hard lines etched into their faces, their cheeks and foreheads and lips, from years of worry and grief and betrayal, from years of turning their backs on beauty and love and breathing the scorn and hatred that hung think like smog over their cities. the girl didn't see the garbage and the filth the way those with the harsh voices did. to the girl, there was still hope. she filled her room with red balloons, some laying in bubbly piles in the corners, some clustering on the ceiling. she wore gauzy gyred balloon girl
calm before the stormwhen we hit morning rush hour and the sun started to come up, you were asleep in the front seat.calm before the storm
the snow started to fall, only 30 more miles, and when we got there you asked with your eyes still squinty have you slept yet? i never sleep.
a three hour nap on someones floor, then we woke them all up because we got to wrestling and you strategically stuck your toe in that hole i've been meaning to patch in the crotch of my jeans, and ripped it out so its half way across my leg now.
i have to admit, you said as we fell into a fit of laughter, i ripped them on purpose. now you have to patch them, and i like it when you
to usi'm gonna run away and join the circus she said, and i laughed.to us
why are you laughing? she pouted i'm totally serious. i smiled and kissed her cheek. i know you are. you always are, and i'm happy for you. she pouted again, but i just kissed her palms and flopped onto my back, watched the clouds float across the blue. it wasn't that she wasn't serious, oh no, she was always serious. she just had too many passions. last week she was going to start a traveling gypsy band. she was going to live on oranges and dumsptered bagels and share her rhythm with the world with nothing but her hands and a 10 gallon bucket. the week b
feel like i've never really gotten the chance to get to know you,
but you seem lovely.
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