Blue Sky

I am high as a balloon. I float way above the earth, catching rides on the wind. It is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. Sometimes, I want to come back down to the earth, but I am floating. I know if I come down I have to pop, I have to crash...crash...crash into the ground. I know that the impact of the fall will cause the earth to shatter around me and leave me deep in a hole. The walls rise up on all sides of me, the blue sky I once flew in just a tiny pinprick above my head. Darkness surrounds me. I try to reach the sky, even just the level ground, but my hands only slide off the slippery mud of the walls. I scratch and claw, dirt caking under my fingernails. I back away from the wall and, suddenly, something in me snaps. I hear a voice screaming from far away. Someone has come to get me out! But...I realize the voice is my own. I feel a million miles away from my body. I hear my thoughts, sounding like a stranger in my far off head.

I've lost my mind.

I've lost my marbles.

She's lost her marbles.

Where are they?

Where am I?

Floating back in the clouds.