Depression is feeling empty, just like a balloon. It is looking festive and joyous, but expected to explode and turn into nothing but a piece of nylon in any day. Brilliant poem!

Oh, Luce <3

This is such a clear and vivid metaphor for depression. It makes me think it would be a "simpler" way to explain it to those who don't understand mental illness, you know? The sense of living our life, seemingly carefree, rising, and when we fall, when we deflate, it's hard to process. Especially when we cannot pinpoint what exactly was the reason we are sinking again. We just hope to somehow be lifted up again.

Truly felt this poem and the innocence and softness in it, too.

Luce this is so sad yet beautiful and unique <3