I sit by myself constantly. Whenever I see someone else be me, I can recognize the red balloon.
The red balloon is mine for an instant then it belongs to a different girl. I sent it to her and she gladly accepted it.
As soon as she sees me, she smiles. The red is familiar and we’re in each other’s shoes. The red flats expand and contract to fit our feet perfectly. She’s who I am and is doing what she’s supposed to. She’s as close to me as anyone could be.
I easily forget how connected we were born to be. Invisibly linked.
Lovely books remind me how, in fact, we are all one. I cannot judge without taking myself down with my very strong opinion.
I sit here by myself and know that someone somewhere is doing the exact same thing, feeling exactly how I’m feeling and then it’s not even possible to feel lonely.
Right now I am the girl with the red balloon, and tomorrow I can be the girl with all the people around her, celebrating her being.
It’s funny how this life thing was created to function.
I keep my glass full of water and smile at August as it gave me a life changing book, a job opportunity and endless amounts of unexpected blessings. It also kept away people no longer meant to be in my life.
Let there be light for the girl with the beautifully healed scars that sits by herself. As she smiles, she’s reminded how lovely she was born to be and how lucky she is because she gets to be a girl.
Yes, she knows she’s the girl in the coffee shop with the red balloon and wouldn’t have it any other way.