Shiny Balloons

When I was young I used to love balloons. I liked the shiny metallic ones the best. My favorite thing about

balloons though was letting them go on a cloudless day. I would stand in my front yard and watch them go

higher and higher until I couldn't find them with my eyes anymore. I don't know why these childhood memories

are so prominent in my dreams these days.  Maybe these dreams I keep having night after night, the ones with

the shiny balloon, maybe they mean something. It is possible that I know somewhere deep in my heart that I

should let you go. I focus on that memory now. The way I would almost regret it when it was no longer visible

or tangible. How sometimes I actually cried over losing that stupid balloon, despite being perfectly content to 

watch it float away. It is also possible that I'm overthinking it all. It's possible that these dreams mean nothing. 

And dear god I want to believe that. It is incomprehensible how much I hope these dreams are nothing more 

than random brain activity. Maybe tonight I'll sleep without dreams filled with letting go.