"Vlanders!" Itchy motioned to the tentacles gripping the metal rails at the structure's base. The púca had just finished a jump when the trampoline was smacked out the way. Anticipating that move, Vlanders positioned his jump to land on the final platform. Behind him stood Mierna who, having reached the top, judged the distance between them and the tent walls. A rope ladder hung from one of the poles and would take her to the ceiling. From where she stood, it seemed close enough to reach the symbols once she got there. "I see where I need to go." She pointed to the rope ladder. "Can you get me there?" "Shall we find out?" Without a care to look, he elbowed a hidden lever. Like a performance announcer, he waved Mierna's attention to several platforms that lit up around the tent. Mierna watched as a spotlight identified each location at the top of the tent poles. In horror, she realized what was required when several trapeze swings dropped down from the ceiling. Vlanders
The air is fresh And tastes of honeysuckle. The cool temperature Heals my burning lungs. The fresh air is so sweet. Pease within I meet. This air Takes away all worry or care. If I dare, Would bottle up this air. Keep it for myself Hidden on the shelf. But sweet air belongs to all I will forever recall.
The world is insane Full of pain Full of joy Full of love Full of unpredictability Full of uncertainty Full of monkeys Full of sadness But… … That’s life.
My brain throbs As the sirens blare. The pain grows As vacuum cleaners roar. The pain become unbearable As car alarms blare. There is too much noise… I cannot run away Nor can I hide. I curl up in a fetal ball And wait for it to pass. But there is so much noise I may never escape.
