spinning bouncing and shaking over and over again as our little hands touch the golden shiny poles.
the thing that made us come here the most.
our fingernails imperfect, our faces imperfect, and these horses imperfect.
missing a seat belt, missing a frown, missing a friends hand to hold.
out in the open you scream, and you laugh and you dance while sitting down. and you close your eyes and hear the carousel music and the rhythm and the piano's and the xylophones hissing through your ears, and swimming through the threads of your favorite shirt and running up your arm and tickling the little hairs on your freckled cheeks.
our stubby noses and our sharp teeth and our water stained tickets.
your hair is swaying in the wind and even though the horse is only going up and down you feel like your bouncing a million miles a minute! and you feel like anything could come your way and nothing could fuck you up. you feel like the wind could blow it's hardest and it wouldn't mess up one little shirley temple curl on your head. and even if your freckles are fake the wind can't blow those off either. and the wind can't blow your cotton candy out of your mouth because it's so sticky and pink and delicious. and close your eyes one more, just once more and think of the clouds and the blue sky and how white the clouds are compared to it and how bright and vibrant it makes you feel. and smile, smile the biggest you've ever smiled because this may be your last time and your last time before you could walk into your door and realize you're banned from your friends or you're tied down for a straight 3 months because of something someone else did.
so smile and laugh and LIVE! and just smile and laugh and live with me. and think of each other leaping through the clouds like there's no weight limit while holding hands and jumping and skipping and taking breaks to give each other hugs and have a tea party with the unkown.
ride this carousel like it's your very last breath, take in the deepest breath you can, because i still have not.
because this will all be real someday, you'll all see, that this ISN'T make believe.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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3 comments:
we all have to ride a carousel someday.
this made me feel all like light and floaty. It brightens my day just thinking about the clouds and just going with the ride :)
Nobody's perfect but you forget about it with things like this
my only thing about this
is that polka music scares the shit out of me
this made me smile.
(:
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