the clown is one of the saddest ever persons ever. though he is a bringer of laughter, but have you ever thought of everything beneath the make-up and the deliberately clumsy blunders
only when he wears his white powder makeup and puts on his red nose does people take note of him. only when he does stupid things does people laugh and smile, but actually all these is directed at him, laughing at his stupid clumsiness. people only know him as a clown, not a real person. take away the colorful baggy clothes, makeup and jokes and people cannot imagine what lies underneath. beneath the flabby exterior lies nothing, perhaps
when theres no more clown outfit, people no longer take notice of him. unappreciated, seldom acknowleged and always taken for granted. he needs the clown facade to survive, but hates it to the core, for when he is the clown he, really, is indeed a clown. when people know him as a clown, and he hates being a clown, does he hate himself, or just the facade? take away the clown, is there nothing left to hate then?
the clown gives much laughter and joy, but who is to give the same to him? who is willing enough to be the clown's clown? if so, even that person just another sad clown? can clowns entertain each other? then wont they be just laughing at each other's stupidness , and in the end be laughing at themselves?
after the show, after the curtains drop and the lights go out, the audience disperses, and not much will be said of the clown come tomorrow. he is the giver of the moment, drowning in the ironic euphoria of people appreciating him when he is not really being himself. he gives but never receives, for the makeup is all but a shield, underneath is pure yearning and complete sorrow
so spare a thought for nemo the clownfish hahahaha
| Thoughts Became Words At 9:28 PM |
