77 Words (1.11.2012)

January 11, 2012 — Leave a comment

Such a contrast

between the crowded amusement park of reality

and

the desolate piece of land that was once the site of giant ferris wheels, carousels, and cotton candy stickied kids.

Its’s hard not to get stuck in the turnstiles between life and what may be/have been.

But stuck there isn’t scary.

Or lonely.

It’s not beautiful.

Or disastrous.

At the end of whatever your day is

you kick it off  your soles before you step inside.

 

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