SERIOUSLY, THOUGH

Don’t take things so seriously.
Don’t take this life, this moment, so seriously




Seriously, though. I’m terrible at finding words to a love song. I’m terrible at being aware of the world around me. Aware of their perks and their defects. I can’t differentiate their laughs, from their cries.




I sit in a coffee shop, and quietly I sketch them. But I don’t really know them. You’re strange, a stranger danger with your hidden feelings. I sip a coffee, wondering if I have the guts to be a writer, to be an artist. When I clearly don’t belong in this coffee shop.




Where the wind blows through the window, and I think, am I capable of painting a picture of a beat up clown. Squeezing his nose, still trying to make you laugh. After he made a joke about your wife, made a balloon animal for your kid. And you are secretly afraid that you are the same as the beat up clown. Trying to make the world see that, “Yea, so what. I was punched in the face” you say, “But, it didn’t hurt.”




After he made a joke about your wife, made a balloon animal for your kid. And you are secretly afraid that you are the same as the beat up clown. Trying to make the world see that, “Yea, so what. I was punched in the face” you say, “But, it didn’t hurt.”




As your nose gushes blood, you still squeeze your nose. To make them all laugh with you, so they don’t laugh at your weak, soft and scared mentality.




That the joke that guy made about your wife, deserved a punch to the throat. But instead, you laugh with them while your wife cries, and the balloon animal pops. Only to prove that you still have it all. Because you are afraid, afraid of losing to a beat up clown.


By the Author: Megaroni

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