The balloons are bobbing on the ceiling, there’s glitter on the floor. We are snuggled up against each other’s knees, close together. The family keeps getting bigger but we always make room and everybody fits.
the celebration was for him. the banners and balloons, streamers and sex. welcome home, congratulations, you’ve done it, you’ve finally killed the child inside you. that small, sensitive innocence that made you who you were. so be one with the universe, you’ve shot yourself in the foot this time.
The celebration last two days. People would drink, eat, dance together. Even enemies would forget their past fights. They would drink together, then fall asleep in a section of the square where one of the vendor women would throw a worn blanket over them, then tell her neighbors to “Keep an eye on them.” But on the third day, as the party wound down, they woke up and started their fight again.
The balloons are bobbing on the ceiling, there’s glitter on the floor. We are snuggled up against each other’s knees, close together. The family keeps getting bigger but we always make room and everybody fits.
the celebration was for him. the banners and balloons, streamers and sex. welcome home, congratulations, you’ve done it, you’ve finally killed the child inside you. that small, sensitive innocence that made you who you were. so be one with the universe, you’ve shot yourself in the foot this time.
Something inextricably excitable for many people around accomplishments, an activity that can be remembered and in memory of something or someone
The celebration last two days. People would drink, eat, dance together. Even enemies would forget their past fights. They would drink together, then fall asleep in a section of the square where one of the vendor women would throw a worn blanket over them, then tell her neighbors to “Keep an eye on them.” But on the third day, as the party wound down, they woke up and started their fight again.