Producing fresh flowers from the wilted garden in heart.

Sweet laughter.

Jumping in the ring of fire.

Those lovely gasps.

Juggling in a desolate valley.

Those marvelous smiles.

Yet no one could send her a lifeboat to the ocean of her tears.
An ocean filled with creatures beyond the logical hues of common folks.
And with the rhythmic giggles of her meritorious audience she drowned into the oblivious depths of her repressed melancholy.

No one could save her.
No one saw her behind that smile.

The smile which killed her everyday.
And the smile which brought smiles on their face.