TrulyAnonymous

The mist settled quietly across the field   Blanketing the world in a shining coat   The sun rose quickly   Shining brightly on everything in sight   The dew was instantly turned to steam   Fog enveloped the meadow   The fog was burned off by the heat of the sun   Flowers opened at the gentle touch of light   The light poured through every crack   Nature’s wakeup call   Morning  

    The paint dripped quickly down his face, the rain had washed away his smile. The clown that once was happy, now looked disfigured and scary. Slowly, he walked down the street his white face was melting away, revealing the true human that lived beneath the mask. The mask was eternally happy, a friendly clown. This was not who he really was.              The clown walked along the busy street, his head was hung limp and low. His face looked happy, but looks can be deceiving. His feet were dragging, his overly large shoes splashing carelessly in every puddle. His walk was lazy and depressing.      Why had he covered his sadness and devoted