This will be stories of a
Clown.
A Clown. Who is the Clown?
A man? Or could it be me
myself?
Though, neither he nor I suit
into one.
Clowns put their white make up as masks to hide their identity. This is supported by the colored nose, sometimes used with a ball, and usually red in color. To top all that off, they put on red face paint around their mouths as if to tell people they are happy, funny maybe too, drawn as a smile, stretching from one cheek to the other. Though this might look scary for others, but the acts of a clown will entertain and turn that scared frown into a bright smile.
Though smiles from a clown can show people that the clowns are as happy, but in my terms... those painted smiles on their faces are to cover the sadness with the pains of life they have gone through. Yes, at times they are as happy... but this is the clown's story. Or maybe it's my story. Or maybe it's our story. Or maybe all this is just fiction. But here's one thing: I mask myself as the clown; the clown masks himself as me.
So this is our first journey. The Clown's first journey.
