I imagine a clown who does not work in carvivals, festivals, circuses or amusement parks. He looks like a clown because it just happens that he looks like one. He walks on the street and people look at him strangely. He goes to work at the office and his workmates do not talk to him. They think he is crazy or a freak. He goes to the mall and the ladies try to avoid him. He is never sad though. He enjoys spending time at the park. Little kids see him and smile. He knows that they smile for him. He also listens to the birds singing. He knows that the birds sing for him. When the sun rises or the moon glows, he knows that they do it for him. He is happy. When he dies, he does not want to be buried under a tombstone. He wants a beautiful tree to be planted above his resting place instead. Life is just a sad happiness.
|XOD|