The slowest rollercoaster

She was drowning
in books, movies and music
trying to make herself experience
all these things they talked about.

She was falling into an abyss
that she herself created
of unattainable ideals and
unreachable passion.

She was craving to feel
and yearning to crave.
The slowest rollercoater ride of them all;
with a sense of drudgery the cart pulled
and pushed her.

Suddenly it got a little a bumpy
and got her a little excited.
A little steeply it proceeded to move and
a little pace it picked up,
when he turned to look back
and she was already looking at him
and for a fleeting moment
an understanding passed between them.
And he smiled
and she smiled
and the cart did too, I hope.