trapeze artist.

i just had this thought today, riding in the backseat of the car. what a beautiful illustration lies in a trapeze artist. and love. lets all be honest with ourselves. don't we all think about this all the time? its how we're made. we are looking for our partner. the one we jump to. the one we hold on to. the one we trust. love is a circus. its bravery and beautiful, and ridiculous. its made of so many uncommon and common things. its all for show. for pride, in ourselves and for others.
i am on the tight rope. or at least my words always are. words, feelings, they are one in the same. balancing my words on those crisp lines, with my death just beneath me. its just to impress you. to make it to the other side, with hope as my safety net. who are you in the circus?
i would pay money to see that show.

i.am.

so. pissed. at. you.