It's hard, sometimes, not to feel like a costumed clown, out in a world that you feel no real connection to, except for during that one specific time.
I wonder, sometimes, am I the fool? Or is it everyone else?
Do I sit behind a billowing black veil, unable to see past the shadows, or is it that no one else really sees me, or even the potential within themselves to be more than they are?
Sometimes it feels like a cruel joke, to fit in for a season and then be cast out once again.
But how, I must ask, can it be foolish to simply live your own truth? To do what makes you happy, regardless of how others perceive you?
Perhaps I will sit behind this veil forever then, or at least until my time comes again.
I don't think it's foolish, at all.
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