Her past, it's bleeding into her disguised imperfect present. The flawless image the present was so beautifully painting itself before her eyes as being has all been a ruthless lie. She should have been anticipating, expecting, knowing this was going to happen. No matter how perfect her life may seem at any one moment in time, the car crash of emotions is not far away. Although, it is far enough away that it is hidden among the city lights and traffic jams - lurking. She's dazed and confused; her puzzled expression tells us so. Everything she knew and loved is slipping from her fingertips. Control is no more. Oil and water, that is what the people in her life are slowly, but without doubt becoming. In a way you could say these are the moments that hold the most luminous beauty of life - the inescapable, enchanting disaster. We are someone, and sometimes that someone changes, or rather the people that make us that someone change. When what makes you everything you ever thought you were leaves, believing you can remain the same is a fantastical delusion of fantasy. You can't. When those people decide to change, you're forced to comply and change whether you know it or not. We are constantly changing. The only problem is, change comes with a price.
That balloon, it made her soar.
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