The following text is a poem in relation to the authors first written piece „If love was a balloon“ ( https://www.schulhofgefluester-shg.de/if-love-was-a-balloon/ ).
Your balloon So there I sat, sorrow in my hand, my eyes still wet, in my lonely land. But then you came around, and gave me a balloon, it lifted me from the ground, as I stared at the moon. You looked at me fly, for a minute or so, then you cut the string, leaving me falling so low. I hoped you'd catch me, but you only watched, as I hit the ground, and wouldn't get up. Now it's been a while, ever since I flew, I'm back on my lonely land, still thinking about you. You and your balloon. - Poem and picture by Anonymous