My Floating Balloon: Today my balloon has new things! Change is hard but sometimes opening up something new in your life can be great! That's all there is to say! <3 Thanks for reading!
My Floating Balloon: Today my balloon has sadness, but not regular sadness. It has the sadness you feel towards yourself. The kind you get when you are depressed or feeling bad and you blame everything and everybody else for it. I don't feel this way often because I look at things in the view that it is always my fault. Which i guess is not very good either. However i see it as if something is wrong with me that is making me feel bad it may be because i have done something or have an effect on it, not anybody else. Anyway, i know that we have all probably blamed others for our feelings, and sometimes it should be blamed, but when it comes to sadness for yourself i believe that maybe you should step back and look at exactly what you are sad for. Sometimes you just need to look at it and get over it. I know that sounds bad, but it is true. Dont mourn for yourself. Just stop, think about something else and all that is great in your life and put on your happy face. :D <3 Thanks for reading. 
My Floating Balloon: Today my balloon has the world. Yes the world. So many people are shoved inside and are now floating up and through the rest of the universe. The world is huge. It has you. and me. and everyone you know and everyone you don't know. I think we forget sometimes that we are just one little person in this huge planet. One person that makes up almost nothing. And in time after we die we just may be forgotten. This is just truth. Not to scare. It is the truth. However we shouldn't let this get to us. The more things we do and the more life we live, the more likely in the future someone will remember us for who we were: Someone who was born. Someone who died. Someone who lived. <3 Thanks for reading!
My Floating Balloon: Today my balloon has metaphors. It describes its journey up to the sky with comparisons of two unlike things. Here is the thing. I am at a loss of metaphor. Today in class my teacher said prepare a metaphor for next time comparing life to something. I have no clue. I began to think of a box of chocolates when he said "and dont use life is a box of chocolates". Crap. Now what? So to start. I will ask if you could please help me think of something to use! i have to write a whole poem on it next class. Next, I began thinking of metaphors in its dictionary definition. Two things that are not alike in most ways but similar in others. It slightly reminds me of people. We are all different but share some key interests with others. Not just people though, everything. Everything can be classified as similar to something else in some way. So .... Life is a metaphor. Do you think he would accept that? <3 Thanks for reading
My Floating Balloon: Today my balloon has beauty. Everyone stares as it rises to the perfection of the sky painted in blue with white brush strokes spread neatly across. I think that beauty changes with the trends of the time. But thats only the idea of beauty. In reality everyone is beautiful. What i mean by this is that at some point in your life you will find someone that you just think is absolutely beautiful inside and out. Not by definition, not by the trend, just by how you feel. Also, you will see that someone, whomever it may be, will think you are beautiful. Someone will. So in times you feel like you aren't or someone leads you to believe you are not, just remember that in the path your life takes you, you will come across somebody that will find you the most beautifully attractive person. That alone should get through each day. And if it doesnt just go outside your door or open your curtains and look out the window and see all the beauty the day brought; the sky, the moon, the sun, or even just the air that surrounds you. Hehe this has been moving.... <3 Thanks for reading!
My Floating Balloon: Today my balloon has perfection. It flies up to the sky viewing all in imperfect people of the world as it rises. What is your view on perfection? Do you believe is exists or not? I always hear people say "Nothings perfect" or "there is no such thing as perfection" but i believe there is. The word perfect is a word, yes, i mean you can look it up in the dictionary and there will be a definition, but I mean perfection in the sense of perfection. If that makes any sense at all. I believe that perfection is something we seek. I think that perfection is just a mind set. For example in a partner. We all have traits in our minds that add up to what the perfect person to be with would be. For instance dark hair, maybe blue eyes, funny, sensitive yadyadayada. However, depending on our life and experiences we may meet somebody that changes our view of what we want and suddenly our view of perfection molds around them. They become the image of perfection to you. Then there is also other things we call and try see perfection in. Maybe a painting? When you look at a painting and you suddenly think that it is just unbelievably beautiful and perfect, it may not be to somebody else. Depending on your mood and how your life is going, that painting might reflect you and everything you believe into it, making it perfect. However the person next to you looking might look away because to them its nothing but another picture somebody made. So basically, i believe perfection exists, you just cant explain what is perfect because what is perfect to you may only ever be perfect to you and change over time to reflect a new perfection. <3 Thanks for reading!
Experience is the knowledge you get after you do something. Something meaning anything. After making the biggest mistake of your life or doing the thing that once flat out scared you to tears. Something as in the stupidest, most irresponsible thing or the greatest, most magical time that you will forever tell everyone you meet about. Experience is that thing you put on a job application, and the stories you choose not to write down but keep in your heart. There is experience, and then there are experiences. Both entirely different words. Experience meaning you could do the same thing again, because you have done it before. And experiences meaning the times that made you laugh, cry, fall down, and just wish would stay the same forever.
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