Once these farts leave my brain don’t put a lighter close to my head.
The feeling of a balloon flying somewhere off. Is it truly independent if there’s a string connecting it to the ground? Even if the string goes on forever, is the balloon free?
Surely it is filled with helium. Wanting to burst, filled to its maximum expansion. It strives for greater things, somewhere up there. Away from down there? What is it that makes the sky so appealing? Why do we want to leave the ground?
Ikarus has tried. The Wright brothers did. One melted away, the others were a bit more successful. Now the balloon floats somewhere in between.
Unfortunately, the air is not made of helium and I do not have a string. But I can inhale, try. Yes, make my head expand as big as a balloon. Perhaps I’ll levitate towards the sky?
I’ll update you on my fate.
Float on my friends, can you just hold this string?