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20 March 2005

Apathy for the Chariot of Loops and Sudden Drops

With great amount of hesitation, I walked ahead of my kids.
Worried, filled with anxiety, I accelerate my steps twice faster towards the chariot of death that's been haunting me for all my life, and I'm 43 years old now.

I stopped.

Now all I have to do is wait as I am closer and closer to the terror. Of countless rushes of blood, of hot wind blowing to your face, of gravity so strong you fell ill with every move.

I swear that THIS is closest to HELL...

...

Unwillingly, after all the reluctance...
I stepped into the rollercoaster.

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