Heaviness

Like a child to their first balloon
She clung to the fantasies that raced
With their own trajectories
Her face, childlike, with eyes of newborn wonder
I smiled at her innocence, filling with a youthfulness of my own
As children, we grow comfortable much too quickly
Spit out ideas with no concrete plans
Without cognizance, we unwrap our gentle fingers
Fearless of what we’ll grab ahold of next
But as the bright helium bubble floats on
The crushing reality begins to take its place
I breathe the youthfulness out and watch her
A beautiful little fool

Inspired by:

“That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
– Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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