The Ballad Of John And Yoko

I am the type of person who holds onto the lap-bar extremely tight the first time I am on a ride.  It is half thrill and half terror, but I wholly hold on.  There is that tiny voice in your head telling you to let go, regardless of the consequence.  But our brain innately tells us to hold on tight while everything around us is going to fast; we ache for something to cling to.

I’ve always thought of this to be such a portrait of love; or the type of love we ought to strive for.  Love simply meaning something we cling to when the ride becomes too exciting not to share with someone else. 

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