Pink Balloon (25/04/2025)

I'm a pink balloon in a room of polkadots - I'm a pink balloon in a gloom of bright thoughts, Cinderella's heels on young females' feet with dressess dressed in shimmered sheets, like a Siamese fighting fish reflecting its scales in a glass of raspberry vodka or ginger ale, LED projections pierce my white polo shirt Pepsi and Coca-Cola make their lips flirt, Dr. Pepper wouldn't prescribe paracetamol to me so I tossed crown corks into a fizzy, fountain sea, and pray to be a party animal... unfortunately, though, I'm just raw and rational - when I pop, though, it's entertaining! I know I'm a pink balloon in this room of confetti I know I'm a pink balloon in this room of naivety I know I'm inflated, but can I deflate back to my tree? I don't seem to fulfil the criteria as an "extrovert" I don't seem to forget my persona as an "introvert."