April 16, 2020
Over and over. The same. A carnival ride. Music is so cheerful. It lures you in. Bright lights, extravagantly painted horses, their bright orange eyes. They seem to leap out at you, catch you in your breath, then the hand falls in, body follows. Grabbed by the momentum, you can't resist. All else follows. Hour after day after month after year, round and round. You don't feel yourself dying. What withers is care. Joy is the ride. Falling away, some voices feel familiar. The loss of one or another pangs but for a moment, the rest is the ride. Ageless.