Funnel Cake

When I breathe in these cotton candy clouds, I smell something that I thought was forever lost. Candy swirls play on tents and stuffed animals are won on shelves, I eat this creammy dough and wonder how glad I am to have my life be as this summer day: fresh, crisp, cold, yet joyous.

I stand in the picture booth with myself and I, not feeling alone at all. I was alone, but not lonely.

I can stand to be alone without you, I am a gentlewoman without a gentleman. But I depend on myself and my God.

Who needs a man when you have the Man?

I ponder these thoughts while wiping off the powder sugar, and smile that life is so sweet.

1 comment:

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