when we let go of balloons, they float up to the sky, so high that they become undetectable, like they're playing hide and seek with the clouds. but before they disappear, they're like colorful friends that never cast aside our smiles. sometimes, i wish i could rekindle from the beginning our adventure, catching them pre-expiration of their flight, making decrees as if i'm the king of the sky, decreeing they should never pop but dance among stars forever.