Somewhere between my lips and your ears the sound becomes distorted and everything I meant to say becomes background noise to the circuses in your head, lighting up your eyes.. Its in this same space that the grins you once held for me elongate until your smile devours your head in one hearty laugh.

Clowns spitting out freckles and teeth to mortify the showgoers. But there is still praise, and it all goes to you.

I see them there holding what we cant say, what we cant begin to explain. There's just the illusion of fun and a crowd roaring with laughter drowning out the insanity of your real life. The one that led you to this freakshow.

Doesnt it amaze you how that dog will jump through the same flaming hoop everytime? Or how you met a man today who gave his world away to join the greatest show on earth? To dress up and appear to be smiling at all times. Little do you and everyone else know how desparate he is to see your grins. To hide behind that huge, fake, painted on smile perhaps enjoying you finding delight in the insanity of what his life's become.

You fit right in with all the commotion..

Perhaps you need this to silence the larger questions in life. The why's you've pondered for so long and love to hate cus your forever left in the land of the waiting. Tell me dear, what really happens when the tents go down? After the make-ups put away, how will you sleep with such a vague existance? All you want is to be seen but in this way you wont be remembered. Your just another face hired to stroke the crowd, make them bark with laughter.