“ Suddenly, I’m lighter, only half of who I was. ”
Is there such a thing as being too happy?
~ Shannon Mullen
Even the tiniest of flowers can have the toughest roots.
As I accept the flowers, I release my grip on the balloons, and they bounce gently against the ceiling the way they did before—hovering, annoyed, frustrated, contained by the ceiling and disappointed by the limits of life.
I guess all the time I spend on social media has made me believe that love exists above the surface, that it’s supposed to be light all of the time.
