Ferris Wheels and Funnel Cakes

Ferris Wheels and Funnel Cakes


Ferris wheels and funnel cakes. Being 30 feet in the air with a stranger and two old friend of mine, seeing true emotions in each girls eyes. Seeing flashing lights and flickering on and off, every color picked from the rainbow and set out in fluorescent bulbs. Planning an evening in a carnival; with nine friends, and having the events set out in a desultory manner. Fucking brilliant. Thank you to everyone who came, it was an amazing and unforgettable night that was more than necessary.

FIN.

'Are you fuckin' kidding me?' she skrieked. My heart started to race, I felt it everywhere; in my throat, my stomache. My heart was even fuckin' beating on my skull. It was getting harder to breathe.

'Are you fuckin' retarded, Pit.' she asked. I felt my eyes starting to water and swell. My throat was closing up and get very dry, it hurt so bad. I hade absolutely no idea what to tell my mom when she ask.

It all started when I was in my room trying fiercefully to stay awake. I could go to sleep. My brother had work in the morning. I had to stay up. So, I remember what I had locked away in my cabinet. I took out a cigarette, then I put the tip of the cigarette between my index finger and thumb, as you would a pencil, and I proceeded to crush the tip and rotate my fingers back and forth in a diagnol manner.Till I got all of except one-fourth out. Then, I furiously look around my room for a pencil. A pencil. Yes a pencil. I then remembered, 'HOLY SHIT!' I have one in my Art bag, hehe, Art portfolio. You know, I'm not really, all too sure, that...Umm, Art should have start with a capital letter 'A'.

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

I awoke mere moment ago.
heh.
If you can call what I did, just that?
I was still in a daze, laying in my futon, entangled in two blankets--alone.
A smile on my face and my own hair clutched in my fist.
I just had an amazing dream.

Everything seemed normal; we were in my car with him driving, my brother riding shotgun, and me being a backseat driver. Yet, the fourth person wasn't our usual, it wasn't our best friend who had come to save the night of overbearing testosterone, with her presence. It was a past conquest of mine, and her and I were staring at the night sky through the moon roof, and we saw stars.

Real stars. Not just one or two, not just twenty or forty, hundreds of fucking thousands, and we were driving at top speed, with maximum capacity and maximum comfort ability. It felt like we were buoyantly going passed central park, just being cradled by these endless stars.

But... The best part about that dream was this; my best friend quoting something, something I wrote not too long ago in this blog, as though it was from a national best seller's list, and as though I was someone. I can't explain what that did to me. But it definitely did something.

Fin.