Who Knows How It Feels?

She called him; she never called him!
Now?

So he left that building to go outside; he was surrounded by people half his size. Children everywhere, and two people he had respect for; a circus began.

Ginger acrobats, looking their best for the elders; five foot strongmen, carring four foot clowns.

He saw her tender face; her attitude beyond that of her company, and he wondered: 'is what i'm thinking of wrong?'

He saw images once again; he foresaw himself repeating past wrongs. He saw a pale, dainty body; being engulfed by a tide of thorns, every pore of the figure penetrated by the sting of the needle; a being dead from the pain and fear. And in death; nothing left but a tree to demonstrate what was once a flawless life.

He finalised his decision to stop the persuit.

He came back to his hovel, trying to find every being on the way as a perfect creature.

"Was that her then?"

"It isn't your business."

Enter the realm of uncertainty.