Balloon High

When I feel you breath into me. I am high. I feel like a balloon. Surrendered by belief. This is the highest that I'll ever get. To taste your freedom. To breathe in it. To bask in it. With each breath given, I hold on tighter in fear that at any moment things could change. That any moment may be my last. Your kiss further comfirms. This bubble of joy that comes alive everytime that you are around. You blew life into me. Teaching me the meaning of change. A change I have yet learn. Things that I have neglected myself. I have lost the feeling of standing on the ground. It is yours and yours alone, this breath I give back to you