Life Flashed Before My Eyes
Now it’s early November and when I arrive to my old neighborhood and all I can smell is funnel cakes. All I can hear is silly game music and the number wheels spinning. All I can see is the flashing lights and everything operating. All I could feel was the excitement jittering inside of me, and the brisk fall breeze of course.
It’s been a couple of hours now and I’ve hung out with many sorts of different people. I’m looking for different people to be with and I come across people I haven’t seen in forever. Then Emily says ” come go on the skymaster please.”
The thoughts going through my head after she said that can’t be described. The year previous of this one I have went on that ride. All I can say is I vowed not to go on it never again ever in my life. But she persuaded me.
So we board the ride and I’m currently at the moment about to have a mental break down judging my life decisions. The ride has begun and I think I have prepared my mind to handle what is to come next; and at that time I knew, I was wrong.
I was screaming “I want my mom, “I’m going to die”, “I’m gonna die”, and so many other things. When the ride was over I felt quite quesy but my focus wasn’t on that; I legitimately thought I died and came back to life in one sitting.
Dancing
Left, right
up, down
side to side
Abstract freestyle for fun
or slow and emotional for expressing something
Spin, twirl
jump, sway
choppy, smooth
You choose.
Happy Place
Joyful music,
Fun foods,
Rides and
Friend get togethers,
Colorful lights, and
Wasting your money
On pointless games
My happy place
Blackout Poem

The Things She Carries
The things she carries in her deep slumber
The happiness and joy of pushing away
The suffering in the real world
As she wishes she becomes successful
After college and having a beautiful family
The things she carries in reality
The sadness and the ache
The depression and anger
Having no success and a broken family
The things she carries
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
