laughing girl.

     Woosh, woosh... Woosh, woosh...

The ridiculously large head was swaying rhythmically, left to right, left again, uninhibited by any inertia. Her hair, her long, unkempt, candy-floss hair, bounced airily off her ears in sync with her steady motion.

    Woosh, woosh... Woosh, woosh...

Her eyes were staring into the vast abyss where she stood, unblinking. Empty.

     Woosh, woosh... Woosh, woosh...

She swayed to and fro laughing maniacally, her face cracked into a wide grin. The ends of her smile seemed to stretch far farther than her lips would allow. Her laughter never ceasing one moment, never stopping to even catch a breath. Her muse, as invisible as the space she looked deep into.

     Woosh, woosh... Woosh, woosh...

The hollow head kept swinging. Her hollow head kept swinging. It swung as if it had been swaying for an eternity, and an eternity to come. Emptiness was the key to its easy, flowing movement.

     Woosh, woosh... Woosh, woosh... Woosh, woosh...


And the ponies. There were crazy pink ponies, galloping drunkenly around the magical cornucopia of laughter. As she laughed, the mad animals scatteredly circled her, laughing along.

     Woosh, woosh... Woosh, woosh...

The pink ponies followed the beat of the laughing head, such that their cotton, white manes and tails bounced along in tempo. They even had the same horsey grin.

     Woosh, woosh... Woosh, woosh...



Amidst all the action, however, beneath the wooshes and bouncing hair and laughing sounds, was another steady beat. It was a soft - almost unnoticeable - beat of a ticking metronome.

     Bmm, bmm... Bmm, bmm... Bmm, bmm...

Upon harder concentration, one would realize that it came from a little heart that sat under the swollen head. Just a little red heart, slightly blocked from sight by the the swaying head, and periodically, a rushing pink pony. This was the center of all movement, the prevailing timing of the orchestra, the source of every energy to the void behind the face.

     Bmm, bmm... Bmm, bmm... Bmm, bmm...

It was love. It was love in her heart for crazy pink ponies, and other happy little things.

It was just love.