sometimes I see pretty gas balloons as a breath of hope and each one represents a dream.

I dream in balloons and all the colors and shapes they come in.

and when you let them go sometimes something beautiful happens.

sometimes someone else dreams or shares the dream.

one day I stood and watched 3 small white party balloons with streamers float into the big sky til they disappeared.

it felt inspirational more then a book of other peoples limiting thoughts.