balloon three.

i am wearing a dress that is like a lampshade and a hot air balloon and a ballgown all at once.

i want to bubble it out and attach a basket beneath and float away on the evening breeze.

over the sea. over the sunsparkles of its skin and the blue depths of its brooding. over its gritty rind. then i'd let all the air out and settle on some lonely pier or flaking rowboat, and watch anemones dance in the tide.