from p.1 on 8/22

• The balloon soared through the air--
  the wind was carrying it fast.
  Little kids ran along side it in
  the fields of grass laughing and having
  infinite amounts of fun.
  
  Pop! Pop! Pop! The balloon hit
  a hard rock. Over. Little kids sad
  about the balloons. Dark & stormy.
  
  
  
  
• Her eyes were dark like the night
  demolishing any bit of light until
  it was unknown & absent--it was
  beautiful in the most sad way.
  
  Strong. Penetrating.
  Like the sun's rays.
  Even though they claimed everything.
  Except light.
  
  
  
  
• Crashing down on the rocky sand,
  rushing back towards the ocean,
  seeing the tiny sand crabs
  dig their way to their
  new home.
  
  Crashing down.
  Flowing up.
  Backing downwards.