Sunsets Coney Island

It has that special personality, just like NY City, sad and happy all that jazz. Old old paradise from decades to decades, time to time..people still go there to celebrate the sunsets which reminds them of happiness and sadness. For me, it's another legendary place, from stories to movies.

I got onto the world's oldest roller-coaster, Cyclone, wasn't fear at all cuz I didn't know what should I be scared of. It was the age, the history that frightened people, but I was there to experience that oldness.

Maybe I could have gone to heaven caused by all the unknown, or, I would like to say, by all the highest expectations from things, little things, so I was fearless.

In fact, it was paradise so there were no reality that day.

Maybe people go there to forget, to pretend it was a journey to the end. Isn't that nice if you could put yourself into a place that might be able to make you laugh until you die? Or not knowing you are already dead? Or maybe try to kill yourself before you leave paradise? ( before you get back to reality?)

Ha, ha, I am just saying, again.

The day we went to Coney Island was,

Fabulous.