I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel like life was just one big carousel, going around and around on a wooden horse and feeling alive, but also feeling dead at times.
Today I want to go on the carousel. The music, the lights, the painted horses. With my honey. His smile, his laugh, his whistles make the carousel just a little more enjoyable. I fear that the carousel will accidentally malfunction and shut off or throw me, blindside me, but the thought of him there to rescue me, to rescue ourselves, is all I need to keep riding on the carousel.
Fucking 6 days left until school starts fuuuuck