About Balloons

A lot of modern life seems to be just us and our balloons.
A bit lonely, misunderstood perhaps.
Our thoughts running wild in the quietness of our big forest.
We have to be individual, self-preserving, unique and watch out that nobody gets our balloon.
I am not convinced.
I dont buy it.
Because when that wind from life blows,

loneliness becomes stupid, individualism doesnt matter
and our balloons get saved by others.

If we are lucky enough to have them.
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