There's something about the place where time stands still.
There's that never ending nostalgia disconnected from any memories.
The sweet air from cotton candy clouds around.
The bright light and whirring rides create a daze of euphoria.
For a moment, just a moment:
We're all young.
Life stands still in the carnival.
There is no quick movement in this haze- only slow movements.
We're walking through syrup in our drug induced state.
Here we are, avoiding time in a neon nightmare.
Who are we?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Living in a constant blur.
Floating through space.
Are our eyes open?
The sounds, the smells, the sights, blur together.
Here we are: our eternal youth.