title: like the one where i'm in a balloon
author: jessica
mail: thegirlinglasses@illuminatedtext.com
date: july 22, 2003
notes: for celli's birthday.
Like the one where I'm in a balloon
Floating above I can see the marquee and the moon
The monkey, the dog, and Neptune - The Marquee and the Moon by Sloan
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Man alone cannot fly. But with hot air and a couple hundred yards of sturdy fabric, it doesn't seem all that impossible, and Lex climbs even higher.
He has this dream often; half-memories of an almost forgotten fair and a trip with his mother through the clouds in a heart-shaped balloon. When he wakes up, Lex wonders if even that was real.
Man can't fly, but Clark can, and it's not at all like Lex imagines. It's cold and the air bites at his bare skin, leaving its mark - red, like the hearts in his dreams. The same colour on Clark's lips, too, as they attack Lex's own. You'd think it would be harder to kiss someone with chance of falling at its highest. It's not.
It's the way Clark does everything. He gives you exactly what you want, but it can't even compare when he gives you what you need.