where did they go?

I thought I had them secured.

I held on so tightly, with all my might and strength.

I never let go, not for a second took my mind off them.

Daddy, where did my balloons go?

Daddy, why did they leave me?

Well son, there's nothing you can do.

Balloons are known to like the wind.

Will I ever see them again, Daddy?

You might son, you might.

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So many interpretations, one truth, my truth:

I am proud of myself.

in my city

Tel Aviv. 'Nuff Said.

walking the streets

There's much to see, if you only stop to look.

Not a common thing to do when you are "living the city life".

I find it a great joy to take a day off sometimes, walking the city just looking for things I wouldn't normally look at.

It's not that I don't want to any other time - It's just that the troubled mind insists always on putting everything aside while it needs to be in the spotlight.

Days like this, well - It's what makes it all worth it.