Hot Air Balloon

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I am afraid for myself. Whatever ties I had to the earth have either been slowly unwound or severed off, and I am losing gravity. I am floating away from everything like an undocked boat bobbing silently away from harbor with nobody's notice and the harder I struggle to come back, to place my feet on the ground, the faster I seem to slip away.

I am hungry for something but neither food nor drink will satisfy me. This hunger is so severe that I am eating myself, stomach acids burning through me, searching, searching for something that is not there and never will be again. I am stinking with the stench of rot. Something has died and I cannot bury it and so it will follow me around all the days of my life. The ghost of this stinking thing calls to me, haunting me, but every time I get close to it it disappears.

The houses and towering buildings are naught but little black distant dots now. If I do not come back, let it be known that I loved, let it be known that I lived. Give my body to my mother if the heavens relinquish their hold on it and I fall back to the earth. I am young Icarus, plummeting to my death, the joys of my youth melting away from the wings that held me up. 

Lay me on her bosom like I did when I was a child. Let everything be still, the way it was before I broke out of the peace of her womb and into the chaos of the world. 

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  1. Anonymous10 November 2022 at 17:15

    This is really deep, I got a sense of someone who’s feeling disconnected. Most probably the feeling of loss, their thoughts seem to be consuming themselves and no one around them seems to understand those thoughts aside for themselves.

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