Chapter 15
June 6, 2018.
I was given a balloon four months ago. It reads "I love you" on it. That balloon still has life, the only way it'll go in the trash is if someone stabbed it with a knife.
Every day I leave and come back from my apartment. I walk straight into the living room, and every day I see that it can still float. That balloon is not on top of an ocean but it floats longer than your typical boat. When I go to my living room with a cold one and sit on my couch, I read what's on the balloon and it's like you're telling me you love me. My balloon is awesome and I don't mean to gloat. That balloon has sentimental value, it's a soldier with gas still in the tank after one hundred and twelve days. That balloon has been leveled up, time to promote.
Eventually it'll run out of air. When that thing is flat, I'll still show it care. I save certain things from big to small, that flat balloon will be folded up and put away somewhere. Nobody touches my stuff of memories, I want you aware. For different individuals the smallest thing in the world will be saved because to them it'll always be so rare. When any balloon stops floating I'll look at it like a tire, hey I have one at home and that balloon can be our vehicles spare. I'm a weird person if you've been unaware, that's okay though because I don't wanna be like you or anyone normal so it's all fair. You be my Sandy, I'll be your Spongebob. You'll be my circle, I'll be your square. Let's go back in time where that balloon is floating around us in my living room. Is that a fruit basket I saw while walking down street? I wish I was your passion fruit, and you were my pear.
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