Ferris Wheel

This is a short excerpt i did sometime this term, when i was browsing through photography on deviant art. Ferris wheel pictures can have alot of interpretations, and mean different things for different people. i wrote 2 perceptions, although both are similarly bleak. i have a tendency to write emo-ishly, i think.

One:
She sat upon the Ferris wheel, thinking, reminiscing. Listening to the cackle of children's laughter, their joy. Feeling the cool breeze blowing gently, lifting her bangs slightly, as if deliberately widening her normally obscured vision. Below her she could almost see the world, she thought. Bright futures, of kids, of families, walking about, oblivious to her. She was but an insignificant speck of matter in this vast, complicated world.

Two:
Alone and away from the world she sat, up on the Ferris wheel. Gears moving, wheels turning, slowly but surely, the Ferris wheel spun. Round she went, round she went. And below her, the world was spinning. Spinning with the mad crowd, spinning with emotion. With families, friends, with happiness. And all this while, she remained alone, up on the Ferris wheel.

Amateurish paragraphs signalling my language deterioration is evident here. i wrote excerpts because i couldn't conjure whole essays at that time. i got stuck, and left it at that. one of the reasons i set up this blog. to stir up my past inspirations to write again!