I, Of Carnage

Tribute: Reincarnation

Blue as the skies on rainy days and nights. When you turn it around and the light touches its surface, the hue grows bright. Round as the sun, fragile and full. How could such a thing as this balloon survive under the tangled branches?

"Hmm..." Looking at it one more time, I fixed my eyes ahead of me.

This vast field...barren across unknown length, filled with weed swaying to and fro by the domineering hands of uncertain winds. All around me, I once again see the place I chose to descend. Unending hums of waves and clouds. When that world I was born into lost color, when the music faded into mere words, when I tasted the scent of my breathing, only this land was what my feet chose to rest upon.

The wildflowers bloom such meaningless events. I have watched generations of petals unfold. What's so good in those lousy changes?

They die in the end.

I watch it too.

"I wonder..." the blue balloon, lustrous against the skylight - "How can I hold you when the winds get rough pretty one."

Creaking at my fingers this little thing seems to be shaking its head.

Or was it the wind?

"I don't know how you got here...but things seem pretty dull."

With no reason, it dawned upon me- maybe its sole existence was enough to make those children happy. Every time one gets a balloon there is a smile. I find them trying hard to hold them down and not let it float away. Keep on ground level. They seem pretty satisfied.

"I just saved you from the branches, mind staying with me for a bit ?"

Balloons are meant to float on air freely. If cut out from the string it would reach the sky higher and higher. There is no stopping. There is no getting it back. For a beautiful thing with a short life span, it flies high in full confidence.

"When my time comes for me to fade away into thin air..." I gaze at its round surface "I will wish you luck in floating with no string."

My belt made of thick rope, was the only thing that could connect me and the balloon. I took it off and began to tie it around the delicate tail of the new guest.

"It's a bit dirty," the balloon made squeaky sounds - "Don't mind the blood splatters or the thickness of it."

When I first stepped in here, after running through lost roads and facing rogue beasts, this belt aided in certain things. I believe in its endurance, I also believe it would help me hold you from letting go,

"- Now that you're tied from a not-so-nice string," I looked up, it was dancing with the winds so proud.

"Stay with me for a while as you float atop lil one."

The sun was going down, the field grew larger. There was no pain, however, no scars to burn at night.

I held the balloon...it held into me by the rope.

Both soon to be freed of their misery.

But the simple presence of the ballon bought a smile upon my face, and it remained through the days to unfold when hope wishes from afar.

~ END ~

05/29/23