Hollow

Written: February 22th, 2011

Living a life of energy, bringing enjoyment to those around. A hollowed existance, he has nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Those who look at him, won't see what they need to. They fail to open there eyes and brush the jester infront of them as just a form of entertainment. All they hear is humor, and don't realize the dialogue is only covering up the pain he has to live with from his dismal history.

Staring directly in his eyes, a gateway to his soul, they feel joy and laughter; not because thats what he feels, but instead the feeling he projects to keep them out. A fire burns within attached to a blackened candle. The flame is less illuminated than it has been in the past, and instead is dimming quickly. The warmth and comfort of a that inspired soul is slowly draining as he builds his security.

Entertaining as he builds, not letting on to what he has in store, the harlequin builds the wall around himself. Tired of showing his true self, and realizing that the masquerade mask around his soul wasn't hiding enough. He builds to keep out life, to keep out negativity, but most of all to keep out pain.

He juggles, he jokes, and entertains the crowd on the exterior.. but internally he feels that flame burn out. Dropping the act, he realizes it's time for a change in profession. He throws down the instruments, and walks away. Seeing the jester carrying a sword..the crowd stops laughing.