the carousels in the sky, the ones we painted with our eyes. even now, i can still see them. beckoning me over, gently galloping in that familiar way that used to make me smile.
occasionally, when the clouds move around, finding the faintest light from the sun, i would see them. the horses all white like a wedding cake, their manes glittering a Tinkerbell's dust. not a single hair out of place. in sync, as they called it.
so i gazed and smiled. and gazed some more. till i was worn and tired.
that i fell asleep, and dreamt of them some more. only to wake up in tears.
so i looked up again. the sky.
the carousels. unchanged.
but everything else did.
wonder if the carousels would ever leave. because they are holding me back, a horse's reins constraining every part of my being.
the horses' hooves are thinning, causing each stride painfully heavy, like heaving a boulder onto my back.
stiff. void of emotions. detach.
carousels.
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