I'm laying on a hill staring up at the light blue sky.
Thoughts of you keep running through my mind.
It feels like my skin was burning, but it was only the heat from the sun.
How can such a beautiful day come to me after such an ugly night?
Little kids are playing by the swings.
And, couples are walking hand-in-hand down the paths.
I'm all alone; lost in my own little world.
I feel like a kid again.
Looking up at the clouds and farming imaginary shapes and animals.
Then, a red, heart-shaped balloon floats past my view.
I sit up and watch it rise higher and higher until I can't see it anymore.
That balloon really got me to think.
Why not let all the pain that my heart is experiencing, fly away?
Instead of the balloon popping, it stayed whole.
I can keep the pieces of my aching heart and wait to be put back together again.
Funny to say, but that balloon changed me.
I have a new outlook on things.
A gorgeous day came to me in order for me to realize that I will always pull through.
