"don't you have black balloons?" she asked the seller.
But he would just sell these colors, so for that second the sadness of not having what she needed, embraced his expression.
"then I'll take the blue balloon" she thought to herself while standing in front of him.
He reached for the balloon, as she waited... "you can get this, but you know you don't want it"
As if he knew, that as moments, balloons had expiration dates.
"you see... -she replied- I just wanted to hold it for a while, even when I know the balloon doesn't actually feel a thing"
"That's it, now you got it... you feel, only you feel. Because for what you're looking for, you must stop seeking for balloons, they just won't provide" he said before leaving.
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