Damn your vertigo.
And damn my lack of it.
Now I’m stuck here on the Ferris wheel.
And you are down there eating candyfloss.
With that guy that is totally hitting on you.
No, don’t laugh at his jokes.
Don’t glance into his eyes.
And for god’s sake don’t let him put his hand on your hip.
I’m still up here.
The one frantically waiving the operator to let me down again.
Before it’s too late.
Before you walk out of my life.
Before you’ll miss the chance to meet that stranger on the Ferris wheel who has loved you since he first looked down on you.