Circus

Smithfield NC

Description

Circus I disappeared. For so long, I lived in such a way that my life seemed so very inconsequential. I was a magic act, a rabbit in a hat, a woman seemingly sawed in half, while the audience would oooo! and ahhh! from the stands. It was all smoke and mirrors. All the shrinking, just to fit into this tired old worn out hat. All the pretending: I'm okay- look, I came out of the box whole, right? But maybe I'm a deck of cards. Maybe I'm the one you pull, and never tell the magician, and he guesses, he knows anyway. If I could go back, I'd go back to you. And I wouldn't be a side show act, I'd never even acknowledge the magician. I'd be the trapeze artist, floating gracefully from swing to swing- or perhaps I'd walk the tight rope, never looking down. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd be the one who chose to sit in the audience. I'd look up in wonder, never even realizing that magic doesn't really exist at all.