I need a distraction. And at this point in time, I don't think there are many limits on the type of distraction I get, as long as it's not illegal. :)
A balloon. A red balloon floating along, the owner having let the string slip through his fingers while he was trying to grab the yellow balloon. And, now, the red balloon is just floating along, being pushed this way and that by the temperment of nature. I'm tired of natures moods. Someone needs to grab me, pull me back to earth, ground me. Hold me there until I am ready to fly again.
Or I suppose I could just wait until I run out of air, and float back down all on my own.
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