We lunge at strings
That trail away from us
Helium lifting the colours
Entertained like children
For a brief minute
It’s a party here
And everyone’s making out around me
But I’m over this and I’m bored of this lifestyle
So, like a real fucking poet
I light a cigarette outside
Just to cry under the stars
That bear witness
To the resignation of millennials
Behind the budding balloons
That drift aimless
In the black pool of the sky
They float
I leap into the ripe air
Quick, help me
Before they all escape
Before there is nothing left.
🎨/📷 by Man Ray, Glass Tears, 1932