“retarded disfigured clown”
learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes.
lessons learned then gradually surfacing, letting go, stripping naked to scream.
i am not perfect nor do i strive to be, i am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns.
i’m a r-t-rded, disfigured clown.
dying to be heard through the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall.
i’m an equal being of no race, or color, a hallucination if you will.
sneaking into the lives of strangers, and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm just to feel better.