“Up, up and away in my beautiful balloon …” a pice from one of my favorite bits of music when I was in my troubled teens. From a chatty kid, I became a quiet introverted adolescent, living my days reading, listening to music and writing dark poetry.
No on seemed to know the troubles I’d seen and few were interested, let’s face it, when you’re blue, people usually don’t know how to cope with you.
Finally one day I made a friend in art class, he was about as introverted as I. We spent afternoons together mostly talking about our problems, eating potatoe chips and drinking coffee.
I discovered that his problems were harder to bear than mine. He was gay … and in the 60s that was hard, maybe even harder than it is today. We got our fill of needed talk and began to work on our art projects, listening to music and generally moving onwards.
I heard “A Beautiful Balloon” for the first time with him and when I hear it I think of him …
through dark years
a beautiful balloon flies
destination – joy
(c) G.s.k. ’14
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