Balloons

wow... i write strange things in math class

I'm colorful. I shine brightly against the dull background that is my home. I'm buoyant. I make my way around the world, dizzy. I bump into things as I go along. I'm not coordinated. I trip and stumble over tree branches and rooftoops. I feel weighed down, and out of place. I'm lightheaded, and breezy. Like a balloon in a man's clothes.