You asked me to take a ride... I'm afraid of heights. I hesitate. You tell me it's safe, but the thought of falling is always on my mind.
But I trusted you. I believed in you. I rode. It's scary, but fun at the same time. This is something I have not done before. It's disorienting. But I thought it's worth it.
You asked me for another ride and I did took another and another. I enjoyed the moments and took note of the ups and downs, the twists and turns. But along with the moments of happiness is the feeling of being helpless. I'm strapped to a seat and my movements are limited. I'm just a passive receiver of whatever happens.
Yes, it's exciting, but I'm not sure if I can take another ride. It's nauseating...
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