I HATE ROLLERCOASTERS
There I said it, scrutinize me if you must but I hate rollercoasters
The worst part is the fear of falling, the most anxiety-filled part. The top of the ride, the euphoric high, the thrill of elevating and enjoying the ascension to the top is always so beautiful..... and then you look down and it sets in, the ride has to come to an end.
So you're happy and hopeful that you'll land safely but before you're able to be excited
The ride waits for no one so down we go and your arms are flailing and your screaming for life. Hoping and praying you'll be back in a place of comfort and even with all this the ride is still fun fun fun
The more the coaster moves the quicker the ride is done done done and there's an eerie sigh of relief but anxiety that it's all over
Better to strap in tight and stare at the sun
Because I'd rather be blind than see another ride come to an end
But that's not real reality, it's a perfect perception of a flawed yet beautiful end to roller coasters, just blind in stupidity and naive nature
Best bet is to enjoy the journey because all rides and quest alike come to an end
After all, we did pay to get into this amusement park
Each with our own form of currency; time, attention, affection, blessings, stressing, and of course money but that's what the entry to this amusement park called love can cost and the point of it all is to be amused after taking the journey are you not entertained? Be it good or bad? Are you not entertained?
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Creciendo
PoetryCreciendo = Growing This is a conglomerate of poems that I've crafted over the years. These poems range in topic from personal life to bigger picture stories. I talk of anything and everything. I hope you all enjoy my first ever e-book!
