I miss being a kid.

When I was a little girl, I used to talk into balloons. Not to balloons but into them. I used to think that my voice would be trapped inside the balloon and when it pops, my voice comes out with the message I put into it. I used to say sweet things like “you’re beautiful” or “have a nice day” or just something about myself so they’d feel like they made a new friend. Then i’d let the balloon go and hope that someone finds it one day, pops it, hears my voice and so they can feel less alone.