She looked at that balloon in front of her. Tens of creamy colours were mixing inside it in meaningless mazes. Hundreds of thoughts were racing within the fragile, rubber walls like wild horses. Hysteric laughs, screams, cries, and whispers mingled into a deafening echo. She sat back in her sofa watching the balloon… with all the raging entities inside it… the walls twisting and extending trying to keep up with the uncontrollable lives and deaths in its womb … the unborn corpses. With a cold look she stretched an indifferent hand to push it away from her bored sight. Her hand stopped mid-way when she realized, all of a sudden, that the balloon was her life.