Ambivalence

After such a lovely morning, I returned to the world. To the inevitable, the truth. I knew it was not to be, yet I still hurt to think that this is all I will keep with me. So high on the scent, the electricity... then gone. Now empty like the dead balloons I pick off of the shore... the pretty ribbons still entwined, yet dragged along the sand. Held down and knotted with weed.
As the never ending flow of the tides, the highs are always followed by lows. Yet I knew when I longed, I knew. And I still fell. But only so far. No regrets.