we'll full around during the whole opening ceramony. we'll make grass boats in the outfield. we'll make jokes about letting go of the balloon too early. but when the silence abruptly looms over the field, and we let go of the balloons, we're there for eachother. no matter what.
my body was completely frozen. i couldnt move or speak. my mind realized i had to focas on being strong for myself, but my heart knew i had to be there for her. my body was pressurized, tightly compressed within itself. it was telling me to do something. anything. but it never did. when i got the strength to look up, she looked the same exact way. sollum. still. i regret it. i wish it were different. i spoke but no words came out. i moved, but no motions formed. and we just sat there, together. and watched the balloons fly up to her...
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