Empty

Tragicomic puppet dancing in life’s marionette string. Face white, clothes silken and round-pointy hat making the head heavy-tilt to the side. One single tear painted on the pale cheek. Eyes are dead and empty but if you listen carefully you can hear it laughing. Silent ha-ha-ha. Its tear is only an alibi. In reality it’s laughing. Because life’s nothing more than a joke and a play and all we’re ever doing is playing our roles with the tear on our cheek and the laughter in our voice, ever waiting for one act to end and for another to begin until the grand finale.

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