Trevor Thyme's Time

I went into a local shop. I thought about getting a Dora the Explorer pinata. Instead I just got a neon pink balloon. I paid with exact change. The lady filled it with helium for me. Walking around the street the balloon feels symbolic. It tugs and pulls me. It hits me in the face. I wanted to walk wherever it floats. I feel like people will think I am friendlier holding this balloon. I like how it makes me feel. I feel like a clown. I feel like a child. I feel like me. When I got home I tied it to my bedframe. It lasted a day before it sank to the ground.

Trevor Thyme's Time - Nov 24, 2020