*There she is, so beautiful but so alone.
*With her eyes closed, she dreams and wonders.
*In the distance an object dancing in the wind slowly draws closer.
*A single baloon RED with an envelope attached by string
*Questions filled her mind, who is it for? who is it from?
*She opens the letter and with excitement begins to read.
Dear Reader,
When a baloon landed near me as if drawn to me, i knew it was meant for me, i hope my story helps you as much as the story sent to me helped me.
This is how it feels to be me. Relegated in a glass box that looks out onto the most beautiful views. Nothinh intricate, never intricate
Just green rolling hills and yellow daffodils. A winding river and stratergically placed trees. i am in a glass box suspended above all things wonderful and this vista is to my left. Within a whisper.
Just there for the taking.
to my right, in this glass box, are all the things people live for. the materialistic joys of life. fast cars, football games, cocktails and girly movies. The things that people don't do alone.
The things that people like myself would never enjoy. Yet i know i am supposed to.
Below me, in this glass box are those who mock me. They mock me from the outside and although i am safe behind the confines of my glass i know that their words and their taunts can still find a way in. I try and ignore this view the most, it's not something i want to feel in my glass box.
Ironically when i look down the line of my body towards my feet, i can capture the smallest glimpse of the view that lies beneath my toes. These are my dreams, within reach just like the other views but sadly i can't access them properly yet.
The final view is the one behind my head. The one i can't always get access to.When i do manage to see what this view holds i feel a small almost imperceptible tug at something my chest. I place a hand over the place that teachers told where my heart was, but i dont feel anything. I know that i should because this view holds the most special details of all. I see marriage, children and companionship. i see hapiness, joy and above all....... I see LOVE.
But i am in a box, A glass box, A box that is so invisible to the rest of the world that most of the time they find it hard to understand me, My invisible box keeps them away, The glass yeilding up as a barrier when they step to close i try harder........ And Harder.
To make this box disappear because i know, that the majority of those around me don't have a box like this. But i can't.
MY BOX IS PERMANENT
My bos suctions itself to me, allowing me to see all the things around me that others enjoy. My box keeps me away from these things. And when i catch a glimpse of how the world should truely be, i realize with slow clarity that i have been given this box as a gift. It could be said, a wonderful gift. But unfortunately they forgot to give me the key, when they gave me this box. The key to getting out.
You are not alone my sweetie, if you wish to continue this baloon journey, know that your story will help many.
Yours Sincerely
The Sign Partner
XOXO.
A tear left her eye as she realized there were others out there
knowing the impact a single letter had on her, she wanted to reach out to those who are still very alone
She decided to watch her letter fly as long as she can, hoping to get a glimpse or sign that there was more than just two of them
They say one day we will send our thoughts through the air using waves, crazy talk.
She watched as the wind carried her message far away.
but then...
"THOUSANDS OF BALOONS WITH LETTERS ARE SEEN BLOWING IN THE SKY"
