Maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me…
When I was little, we lived on the third floor of an apartment complex overlooking this large field. I mean, we didn’t live out in BFE countryville or anything, it was just this large empty field where no buildings had been built yet. Just past the field, during one summer, I remember there was a carnival. I remember sneaking into my parents’ bedroom, peeking out through the window, and through the wind hearing the sounds of the carnival, the music and the distant roar of the people, the whoosh of the rides. And seeing the ferris wheel with its rotating Christmas lights from afar. Even the fence erected around the perimeter of the carnival was colorful. I remember wanting to go so badly. And one day, towards the end of the summer, we finally went, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be.
I think that’s what heaven must be like.
