ONE MORE RIDE ON THE MERRY-GO-ROUND

I like to compare the love scene to a big amusement park. The entrance to the park is free, so everyone goes in from time to time, at least once a year. Some people prefer to walk around and watch from the distance how others go on the different rides: some of them are frightened of the rides; some are just not interested in them. There are those who enjoy going on the most dangerous attractions: they get a sudden rush of excitement, and the moment they get off the ride they go on another one. They don't usually go on the same one more than two or three times, they are constantly looking for the newest thrill ride in the park. Some people go on the highest and fastest roller coasters knowing that it is not a great idea and that they will probably end up dizzy or even throwing up, but they still go on the ride just for the sake of living the experience.

The merry-go-rounds are always packed with those who are looking for something nice and simple. Some people look happy, some look really bored, but stay on the ride until it stops going round. These are safe attractions, you get to pick the horse of your choice, or at least to pick a horse from the ones that have not been taken, and nobody gets hurt -if you don't try to leave the merry-go-round while it's still moving-.

You can always get on a train ride and visit the House of Terror, but if you decide to do that you know what you are going to find in there:  you'll probably end up wishing the ride to finish as soon as possible, unless you've gone on the same ride so many times that you just ignore the monsters that come your way.

And then there's the Ferris wheel.... You often go on it with a special someone, and everything is quite romantic at first, until you are left hanging right at the top and you start wondering what you are doing there and asking for the thing to stop. Don't you worry. It will eventually stop. It always does.

A SCRATCH IN MY SKIN

I own a weapon, didn't you know that? It's sharp and dented, and I carry it around. It's actually a piece of broken glass, a piece of something that broke... long ago. Most of the times I forget that it's there, and I usually end up hurting myself. Just some scratches, nothing severe: they bleed a little bit and I drop some tears. Once I've put some alcohol on the injuries I'm ready to go again.

Sometimes I meet other armed people. They walk around with their pieces of broken glass, unaware of the fact that they will eventually damage someone if they aren't careful. It has happened to most of us: you are happily walking down your way when suddenly you crash into somebody and you end up taking painkillers or even at the emergency room with some friend holding your hand. Most of the time the aggressors are not conscious of what has happened; they are often in a rush and leave without leaving a phone number. And they keep on bumping into other people, leaving traces of blood behind them.

Sometimes you meet someone whose weapon is right there pointing at you. You know how it is going to end, but still decide to get closer to him, thinking that at some point he will trust you and drop his piece of glass, but just when you are emotionally naked in front of him, he decides to stab you and run away.

How can you prevent this happening again and again? Well you can't. Unless you decide not to leave your house there is a chance you'll get injured every now and then.

My piece of glass is well hidden, not only because I don't want to hurt anyone, but also because I don't want to lose it. It will come in handy when I decide to tear the strings that keep me from moving on.