Looking outside the window. A few blue red purple green balloons are stuck in a tree. Don't know how they got there. I admire it. I look to see what it will do but it can't do much stuck there. Then I go outside for a while pass the tree with the balloon and that's when I see myself. I'm that balloon. I'm stuck in the same spot, I have a place to be but then its not the right place for me. The balloons are surrounded by branches that could cause them to pop. I feel that way comfort n at the same time being harmed. I can't continue on because I am being hold down. I'm scared to go out and be stuck at another tree. I'm scared to find out what is out there. I like where I am but is it safe, is it right?
