Light at the end ~

[Artemis]

Memories creeping forward slowly
Releasing the opposite of endorphins
And triggering a wire catapulting
Emotions through the synapses
And releasing gold.

Gold is the prize, gold is the release;
Bunged up years of slimy matter
Creating blockages in the grey.
The gold glimmers and shines
It gives me clearer vision.

I shall blow up a balloon letting go
of all this bad and watch it float away.
It won’t gleam in the sun, nor hide in shadow,
It will simply be lost to wherever
Never to return to clutter my mind.

[Sarah]

*sigh* if only it were that easy to let go of all the trouble us. I'd have thousands of balloons floating around. Such a beautiful thought Kerry and i do hope that your balloon takes all of your troubles far away. *hugs*

[Harklight]

A very gentling thought, Kerry. Already, I've filled this sky: sooner or later, balloons pop and whatever's in them lands "somewhere". This is written like a mind, cleansing itself. Let your balloons fly until lost. H x

[apocalypticjay]

Brilliant Kermit loved it at TPS in the Misc and I love it here still, you're a true gift at writing and to both sites for friendship and writing. Great yet again Ker xx