I had a dream last night. I am walking down a deserted street, and suddenly i see a circus. With jokers and belly dancers ( ?) and musicians and bands and other entertainers i don't remember. What is its significance? I have no clue.
But this dream has made me think about something. Life is a circus. There are entertainers and jokers around us. There are people jumping off planes, and there are roller coasters that are as tall as a little mountain. There are activities that gives you an adrenaline rush, and takes off the ground beneath your feet. Why? According to me, it's an escape route from reality. People want to escape from the horrors of real life and travel to a buckled up seat in a scary ride. The pumping chemicals and the screams makes us live in a distant land.
I love scary rides. The higher, the better. The more scared i am, the more i am away from all the hoopla of my life. I have not been to an amusement park for a very long time. I want to go. i want to get on rides and freak my thoughts out of my mind. But this just lasts for a few minutes. You again have to come back to reality once you walk out the exit gate.
I am late. What will my mom say if i reach home a 7:01 pm and not 7? What excuse should i make? Damn! i have to start packing again. Shit i have to order my books for the next semester. Crap i have to go shopping for all my necessities that i need to take back to college. Fuck!! Fuck!! Thoughts!! Thoughts!!
Roller Coaster. Here i come.
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