Dancing Clowns

It's that old feeling. Not the loving kind.
It's been creeping and crawling...slinking it's way in the cracks for days. The spackle too thin to hold for long.

We just go about our day, flipping switches for distraction when we can.

If we don't worry about it it's fine.

Fighting depression, sticky inky, seeping,
and
pain,
in our ankles, knees, hips, wrists, hands;...and of course our back and neck - the old faithful pain.

We're just slugging through the days, trying to keep it a secret. We're pretty good at keeping the secrets. If you look at us most of the time you'd think nothing, which is better than thinking anything else, about us.
Just a shrug of a person who looks fine, smiles, smirks at times.
LOOK HOW NORMAL AND HAPPY WE ARE.
Our face wants to scream, and when it can't we hide and busy ourselves, talk to nobody...shuffle things around. So focused. So focused on nothing.

We'll be fine. We'll be hilarious, in fact. Watch us be a dancing clown.