As the days went by the balloon grew bigger and bigger. She kept it well hidden. She worried that one day it will get so big that others might see it too. She didn’t like others. They asked too many questions. She would have to share the balloon too. They would never take care of it as she did. She never let it touch the ground. She could never trust anyone else with it. What if someone popped it? The loss, it would be unbearable.
Everyday, she parted some more of her life to it. If you could see it, you would have been alarmed by the overstretched latex that could bear no more of its contents. Even she knew this was getting out of hand. She wouldn’t be able to keep this on forever. So she let it go. It fell to the ground, weighed down by all the words she had trapped in the balloon.
One by one the words floated out.