Written by Jacob Ibrag
After a long day, he felt wasted. Energy
depleted, how could it not be? Wearing different faces
for different stages. That beard just a cover up for what was
underneath. He tried relentlessly to be deep and inspire yet he
grew tired and rejected from his own reflection. Maybe comedy
could erase his truth that only he knew. At times they would all
laugh, screaming out for more. Encore! Self degradation. It hurts
his insides, completely unnatural. Can a waterfall touch the sky,
gravity denial? He swears he just wants to be different,
reading straight from the script. Chameleon.
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