On the surface of the vast ocean floated a lone blue balloon.
It rose with the waves and fell with the tides.
It floated aimlessly, devoid of any drive or ambition.
It was going nowhere.
And then once upon a dark night, thunder appeared.
Stars hung the sky and the moon shone the earth bright.
As cinematic and picturesque as it was, it was just the beginning.
Thunder made it's magnificent show and the balloon for hours,
just sat on it's back and watched the exploding sky.
Suddenly, it felt drive, ambition, desire, and will.
It longed to touch the heavens.
So it grabbed the first gust that came and up it flew.
The ascension glorious, thunder recognized and offered it's hand.
Little Blue honored, could do nothing but accept.
And so they met and so they touched.
They collided and something new they made.
They, from almost nothing created Little Blue's dreams alive.
Finally, it became he.
And he something became everything, all that was balloon and all that was thunder.
Wielding plasma and wings of water, he set out to fly the earth with but only his dreams intact.
Somehow, he knew everything was going to be alright.
He just knew it... For his dreams told him so.
The above metaphorical description tells of me realizing my dream of becoming a professional writer from and with nothing but dreams.
I hope you enjoyed it.
I believe my avatar matches pretty well with the story.
Thank you for reading such a long description.
I appreciate it and hope you vote fairly.
[Markie -SpiralNoteookAbound]
