an ode to george ferris.

august 30th.
dad's house.

her name is martha, she is an old friend of mine.
we went to the same elementary and junior high.
she listens to ok computer, while i listen to dirty.
she listens to bang gang, while i prefer sigur ros.

last night, we went to a carnival.
that was her first.
that was my umpteenth.
there were games, so many ones, but since we only had like 10 mins, we decided to take th most giant thing that our eyes catched for th very first time.

so there we were, sitting on top of th world, praying for that ferris wheel not to fall apart all of a sudden.

there were laughs.
there was a scare.
there were shouts.
there were (still) burdens.
there were stuffs that were hidden.

we both had fun.
we both shared smile.
we both hid things.
we both knew that we were hiding things.
things that i missed for not being together with karen.
things that she missed for not being together with her backdoor love.
things that we hoped for coming home, for laying in our embrace.
things that without which, we could only smile flatly.

we were unreasonably happy.
we might be liars.
we were pathetically lying.
we both sucked at lying.

there we were, spending 10 mins rounding some loops more.
there we were, in a cage numbered 06.
there we were, throwing our arms around something we were missing, yet we barely knew how we could miss it.
because if only we knew, we would grasp it tighter than we did.