I want to balloon up with you

And let the ripples of the stream

catch our fall

Only to be picked up as trash or treasure

by a child

I have walked many streets at night

At any hours of the night

I have slept on the street too

But this is past tense

and the future is less tense from my miseries previous

I want to balloon up in the sky

And fall far away from canada

This country which has it all

and is getting worst as decades end

Will you balloon up with me, dearest love of mine?

I guarantee you you will understand my perspective

then

The end

I am dead tired tonight and have almost a whole baileys bottle in my body and mind.

I feel frighten almost tonight at how very hard it is for everyone, and even my yuppy friends except the dude who works all the time whom I dont consider yuppy whatsoever though he has much cash but only because he is always at work.

I hear now the plea of the yuppies in my friend. They know what everyone one may know too: grieving, traumas, poor mental health etc. I was too harsh to judge them unloving simply because they could no longer understand me I had become so different and rigid in my frankness. I am mad to confide about my mental health in such incoherent ways to my friend JF on the phone. I have simply been too social recently that is what I am figuring out.