a balloon floating into the air,
bobbing, throbbing along
to the whims current to the winds;
and as it wafted out of sight,
a forlorn string winding after,
a tiny, tinier dot up in the sky,
i wondered whose hand held it
before before it slipped away
into the air, was lost to the air.
the bobbing part is so…cute
^-^
do you come up with all these poems on the spot or do you think it through?? its just so fascinating…
i got the same feeling when i let my balloon float away. hah ok that was random.
hello(:
i guess what’s gone is gone.
and you cant bring it back(:
no matter how you try to relive that one moment.
and i’ve lost too many balloons to ever think back. haha(:
but the poem’s nice(:
simple and heartfelt((:
i like it, really. haha
why does the balloon slip away so easily, when sometimes, we try so hard to hold on to it.
or is it because we never knew that it’d float away, until we realised one day, when all was too late.
haha because your hands were lubricated with something called ‘forgetting to cherish the things dearest to you’.
haha i’m getting lame lah.
charmaine ng we’re going bananas.(:
Hi all, especially quincy and charmaine!
i guess balloons do what they’re supposed to do, they float (at least helium-filled ones do).
what’s the meaning of life for a balloon?
are they meant to bring joy to the ones who hold them in his/her hand?
are they supposed to float away?
if they float away, what about the person for whom the balloon was made and then filled with helium?
questions, questions, questions…
omg u r sooooooooooooo hot!
sigh…
can the balloon be filled with something else?
so it never flies away?(:
baloons are meant to coax little kids (like my sister),
and they get tired of it once all the helium as diffused out.
and when it can no longer float.
i think the balloon should still be filled with helium that it may always float.
But perhaps at the end of the string, the weightiest thing in the world can be tied to it.
What keeps us clinging on to the place/person we belong?
love.ai.sarang.amour.
however you say it,it’s the same thing.
some may deny they have any of it,but it’s there.
it’s what keeps us smiling.
it’s what keeps us holding on.
when we know we belong,we love the place.
and we don’t ever want to leave.
when we love a person,or at least grow with him/her,
it’s hard to let go.
the balloon floats,
and its what makes us treasure it more.
but when the balloon slips away,
it really is gone.
there’s no return.
all you can do,
is maybe just to reminiscence
how you once had that balloon.
i guess we only learn to cherish things around us only when we’re gonna lose them. or when we already have):
by then, it’s all too late.
why make things so depressing… =.=