A HOME FOR CLOWNS

I am surrounded by clowns whose only way to entertain me is by crying. I pretty much enjoy the sight, the false shades of color they portray on the outside. At least my ex girlfriend was real, for even when she dumped me i didn’t feel the weight of uncalled guilt press upon my mind. I am almost reduced to pieces for my thoughts can’t be captured in a carnal sense and even if you tried you would find yourself caught between reality and dreams. A place that is not by choice but the only living option.


I asked myself what this was intended for in the first place just before I started typing this and the same question led me to an answer a few would understand. To some the world is plainly black and white and to others, well! Other colors pretty much exist. I keep on wondering why people prefer cloning self made clowns. For instance you are reading this and yet the title said otherwise. It is like the human species can be conditioned to do anything once they feel they own the "will". I see lots of folks die to make an impression like it will increase their lifespan by 1%, I see others so concerned about reputation like as though when you are down all those other peoples opinion you hold sacredly will come and lift you up, I see others being so discreet if when you die that will be engraved on your tomb stone. Clowns all over and who am I any way to judge. And yet again I couldn’t keep silent besides it is no crime scribbling my thoughts down and probably your curiosity led you this for I think the title was boundary enough.


I met another clown yesterday only that this one wore a priestly robe. Believe me she almost got me fooled. During day she is that very holy saint however it is only unfortunate that in the night the priestly robe becomes a "see through" I was just about to question her but before I could I wondered why eyes kept on following her. Perhaps she didn’t know that her robe was net to fish more men. Another clown just passed by me smiling he often talks behind others backs like he is the perfect one. And just recently I met a half a clown her voice was a charmer and often she seemed to say the right things but also do the opposite. People do not be fooled of course no one is perfect but the least any one could do is be honest. (Real) So then I realized why the bible says trust not in man. It makes sense. The only valid identity that restores one true nature is salvation through Christ Jesus. Without him we are only clowns, resting places for fallen spirits. And you shall know the truth and that truth shall set thee free Jesus loves you all. John 3:16