Hearts, Stars and Horseshoes.... Away on a Red Balloon

You find yourself alone with these daily leftover moments of your last, listless afternoons spent floating into the sky of dreams others dream for you. With no one left to argue or ask questions, you get used to the solitude.But with the solitude, what floats away in the merriment of people returns: sadness. A moat of dark water renders you safe in your castle. How do you float now? What saves are the fairytales and stories of the life others dream you to live. These dreams you have when you are awake are either a tangle of briars no one can cross, a sackcloth and ashes worn at the baptism of your life lost. Maybe they are colors that drip from the trees like rain. Maybe they take you away to the world you must see, with people yet to be born, on wings and a red balloon.Over the rainbow of bluebirds, colors paint wounds on your neck and fuel the candle of your soul. Solitude. How dialectic an emotion.