sometimes i think of myself as a balloon on a string. floating happily threw the air...not knowing were i may land or where i might go.
the only thing is... a balloon needs some way to attach it’s self to the earth...so it doesn’t fly too high...or too low...or get caught up on over head wires.
a balloon needs a strong grounded person to hold on to her string. a gentle connection that allows her to sway merrily in the breeze but stong enough so as not to let go when gales blow.....
:)
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