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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Aug 15 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.15.08.58.11396]] |
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You may not recall the sad faced clown, who's quiet antics lit my youth but he is much on my mind this morning coffee gone cold in quiet contemplation of how I went from who I am to Emmett Kelly in love. I never meant to be a jester, though it seemed a natural state, and something I did without thought. When people are laughing at something absurd that you said, they don't have time to say the things that burn the heart. But every now and again, one will sneak in and like that master of mime I find myself mopping up the moonbeam that broke from my heart. And it seems no matter how much I try, I can't erase the glow like I can't erase the words you said when you were not thinking. So forgive me if lately I feel less a lover, and more a clown when it has been forever since I was able to do more than make you laugh, and tell myself that clowns expect little more. Perhaps I have found my truest state--- Emmett Kelly in love. |