You may sketch out a perfect tomorrow on the parchment fragment of destiny you hold so close. //caption// Have you ever seen a circus? Mascara running down, all guards down and the tears in free flow. The brightest circus you'll get as free entry to. You may watch, you may cheer on, you may applaud. But you must never sympathize. Never try and put a stop to all the loud and yet silent drama unfolding. Do not go about dissing my pessimism if all the secrets chasing me, push you to the edge to make space for themselves. Trust me, I'm not numb.
