the music of circus//it's deafening//but standing in the front//while people scream and sing//is definitely magical//considering that//a thousand songs about it all//are being sung//by the one//the only//one man circus//and right in front of me//a 22 year old//who is pouring their heart out//with cute makeup//and a beautiful voice//a ladybug//up on the hand prop//is making an appearance//we name him Gerald.
For a businesswoman, she is very kind. She is the winter giving her hand to autumn as they trade places. Autumn stands back and watches Winter do her work, covering Autumn's leaves and grass until everything is white, white, white.
i've always loved the smell of paper
and i get to decide where everything gets to go.
when i hear a sound
i'd rather see what it is
than cower and wonder
what it could be.
for a tortoise, i think i beat the hare. he ran from everything yet always won. whether it was to give up friends or to just be right. now i pass him as he naps on the side of the road. i need a nap too, though.
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