westid

all fastened in. can’t see anyone behind me but they are all buzzing with build-up. looking up is pretty pointless because you never get to notice what’s next. looking down on a few thousand queueing heads. i’ve been coming up since about half an hour standing in the queue, jaw goin off with a mind of its own; chatting to anyone, pupils blown at 20 20. starting to get a bit mesmerised at how someone managed to make the tacky territory of a theme park go together with beautiful gardens bang in the middle of a beautiful part of the world wondering why i’ve never once wandered. coming in and out of the situation, everything feels so comfy and cosy, and free and clear, even though the sun is burning like fuck in the blue and not a cloud in the sky, not a cautious concern, not a clue. feel the breeze whispering through my hair, what a beautiful and delicate thing that life is, not a worry, nor a care. no, no. i do care really, can’t say i don’t, that’s not fair

all the phasing in and out with the blurry sound of the other passengers in the background, proper miles away and ambient; then someone on the same row riding next to me will say something and their speech sounds so sharp and sudden, like fast focus for a brief moment in the foreground. such a beautiful accent, what language is that? i forgot what i was talking about. fucking hell this is a bit of a climb, it feels like we’ve been here forever but that’s alright because i could just live in this immaculate moment, much more than the melancholy monotony of moving around for what is basically a sunset we settled for searching through the second best sentience of a species that spends all this time on the ground

swimming in the jaded green waterfalls on the edge of the surface in the narrowing circumference of my iris somewhere in my ocular orbit, the serotonin spills unlimited down waterfalls into what is essentially a big black hole taking it all because that’s where gravity is eventually always going to go. but that’s going to be ages yet, years until we find ourselves at the top of this track and going round for that ultimate vertical plummet straight down through the mist and under ground

i wish i could find the right frame to fade in and out of the fairground, theme park, cable car, runaround. subtle sick feeling in my stomach makes me feel like i’m flying even though i’m fastened in, safe and sound. sounnnnnnnnd ……..