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The Clown

"At times I wonder, if I'm behind that colorful mask that I wear. Perhaps, I don't have a face. It's just a procession of hundred eyes trying to see inside me.... where I'd stopped existing a long time back. But if you smile you'll probably find me in one corner of your eyes."


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Depression came like the first signs of guilt in their eyes. Underestimated. The fog took over the city. Depression became a promise. People stopped looking into each other's eyes. They passed by looking down all the while.

They all knew each other by their shoes. After someone had passed, a few of them cried following the trail of footprints left behind by the heavy, heavy sole of a boot.

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  • Blogger jem says so:
    6/11/2007 4:35 AM  

    Wonderful. Sometimes when I walk around, and people look you in the eys, I feel they could steal my soul, I wish they would lower their head, I wish I could like in this world you have created. top