The carnival is in 5 days. Days had went by looking green in the shadows of yesterdays. Nights had shut off stealing my dreams of you away. He who went to the end of the world and back has yet to find that smile on her face. The ferry ride to the isle of fantasy arrived just 10minutes too late. While the wait for a return took even longer than the trip. I could sit there freezing my ass off just to feel your presence a foot away. An inch closer each minute takes twice the hours away from reality. I will be there waiting.