With his funny colored face, he could bring things together; divide them. No special reasons to suffer deeply inside and put a large smile on your face! Isn't so true that all if us do the same? We hide. Hide everything you know, everything you do, everything you love and everything you have lost. Hide how we feel and why we feel and we are not brave enough to face clowns so we develop coulrophobia.
Unspoken words tell the endless story of sadness and sufferance. Giving up yourself to make others happy; you put back to that Ocean inside any word that might hurt.
You bring to your fingers all colors that a human could recognize. You paint your face and cover who you are. Colors for fun and enjoyment. And then with white paint you draw the biggest smile on earth. One that your lips could not create. Your final touch remains the famous red noise as you tell the world :" No offense, but it is better not to smell you!"
Colors, colors, colors but you couldn't hide your tears and heart; your suffering soul that dances along.
Aren't we all clowns?
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