Friday, June 3, 2011

06.03.11 part II

The ferris wheel spins slowly enough for people to load themselves on infinitely. As they go to the top they reach their hands out to god and like a trapeze artist they lept as far as they could hoping for his grasping hands to save them. He wasn't there.  No one could save them. All we could do was cry.

06.03.11 part I

And thats where we kept our secrets safe. No one could see it but us.