The amusement park.

Bright lights. Happy colours. Joyous rides. Pink, sweet, sticky candy floss. The kind that lodges itself in your teeth and can be tasted hours later. Multicoloured balloons.
I want to go in and taste the madness. I want to laugh hysterically and run wildly from one crazy ride to another, undecided on what i like best. I want the wind in my hair and my stomach in my mouth.

But i something stops me. Something tells me this isn't any ordinary amusement park. Its the kind that sucks you in and leaves you craving for more. and more. If i go in, i may never want to come out again. And and something tells me, if i go in, i'll never be happy outside. again.