I don't think 

"Maybe..."

...though

we watch 

for the split

that enters in, 

into the sound

of life's merry

spin and all

the horses

stomping round

...with you 

it's always been

wholly yes on

another kind of

sacred ground

...like for some

of us there's 

a ticket, 

an open picnic,

in the park, 

instant fiction

and simple

prayers

for creativity

answered 

in the dark

clouds

beyond some ideal

that we feel and

we hold against 

the thought

of any 

of prison

even as 

these gates 

close up and 

the rides shut

we feel it pressing

on like a hug

of a ghost, or even god

we see ourselves

in the midst above 

the certain Mundane 

that arrives,

like a clock...

and shudder off

every treat and reward

that's whipped

and spurred

to a gallop

with the sweat

of a Mustang

caught in

Carnival

The face is clear and glints in light,

Its edges lined with gold;

The perfect form is exactly round,

Yet this creature is old.

Behind the glass of glinting face

Lie ticks and marks of ink;

In spaces blank where the dust collects,

Numbers make you think.

The hands are stranger than the face,

Long and lean and dark,

Uneven, lopsided, tricky things

Appear to be wrong parts.

And not two hands but three there are,

One long, one short, one not;

And this not-hand is the intriguing part

For it is easily forgot.

The perfect circle encases the ink,

The numbers staggered round,

The three hands move unevenly

All the while making a sound.

And that not-hand is moving most,

Insistently playing its trick,

Moving time forward, not letting it stop,

It's the clock hand that goes tock-tick.

You believe that everything is fine, just as you dreamed.

Gradually, as time goes by, all is slowly revealed.

Misery creeps and embeds itself into your heart.

Back against the wall, you sadly weep.

Realizing that you have been fooled.

Searching for way of escape.

Walls closing in rapidly.

Mind racing hopelessly.

Breathing heavily.

Trapped.

Until,

Someone comes.

Dazzling prince appears.

Knighthood in shining armor.

Gallantly wielding sword and shield.

Taking you gently underneath his wing.

Carrying you away to his impenetrable fortress.

Standing guard, protecting you tirelessly day and night.

Although tribulations constantly arise, he stays by your side.

Loving you forever and for always, ever providing inextinguishable joy.

We lay in the long grasses

staring up at the clouds.

The sky lit up like cotton candy

with light blues and cozy pinks.

Our heads are next to one another,

and I can see her raise her hands to the sky.

Reaching for the clouds.

“What would it be like to fly?”

She asked me.

“Well... It’s pure freedom. The wind blowing against your face, the only thing chaining you to the ground being...” my thoughts began to drift. Towards...

She rolled onto her side, now facing me.

“So, if you could be any animal, what would it be?”

I rolled to face her.

“What’s with all these questions?” I ask

with an eyebrow raise in unison.

“I think I’d be a cat,” she continued. “I feel like I’d want to defy physics.”

“You realize that curiosity killed the cat, right?”

She chuckled her belly chuckle she only seemed to have in this

magical place.

Where we both had no responsibilities,

no fears,

no worries,

nothing to hide.

I focused back on her, who’s demeanor

was now a bit more perplexed.

“Kimmy. When will we see each other again?”

"Whenever you come back" I falter.

She sat up, turning away from me.

"We've known each other for a long time, Kimmy. But I can't be the only one travelling to see you. You're so dear to me, but I feel like I'm the only one trying. How much do I mean to you?"

Her words struck my heart,

leaving me speechless.

"And Kimmy. If I don't see you in person, there is someone waiting for me. He's not you, but he's kind. And sweet... I will give him a chance."

She still refused to look my way.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her body,

resting my head on her upper back.

This was home. In this place.

With her.

My arms felt the wet drops

falling from her precious cheeks

and bright eyes.

All I could do was hold her tighter.

As if I would never let go.

"Do you have nothing to say?" she pleaded.

"There's nothing I can say.

There's nothing I can promise you.

All I can do is hold you now, and if I never see you again this is at least the last moment I'll remember you in. Together."

The drops on my arm multiplied drastically.

I could feel her chest heave

in and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Her body slowly

transformed into a sparkly

form of herself, then the

sparkles dissipated.

My arms were empty.

She was gone.

All that was left was for me to watch as the sun set

for the final time.

As the plug was pulled from the other side of the screen,

I sat back and felt my existence stretch

and stretch

and strech,

until my data file was erased.