TRIGGER WARNING:
– a clown.
Through the gates I went, without a care in the world…Or a clue where I was going. I ran towards the candy floss bar; it smelled of nostalgia from all the times I was tempted to put my hand in the machine to pretend my hand was made out of candy floss…it didn’t end well. Thankfully I shaked that memory away and the candy floss tasted just how I imagine clouds would taste like; soaring through the clouds to a soft haven, pink palace.
All I could hear was an old radio which matched with REALLY old songs. Pretty sure all the grandparents knew them since I saw quite a few grey-haired folk hesitating to to dance or just move their feet along to the beat. I only recognised one of the songs, whereas they knew them all.