I Think Looking Forward Will Be Better

He Spends The Majority Of The Evening In The Company Of Celia Bowen, Whose Elaborate Gown Changes Color, Shifting Through A Rainbow Of Hues To Compliment Whoever She Is Closest To.

You Think, As You Walk Away From Le Cirque Des Rêves And Into The Creeping Dawn, That You Felt More Awake Within The Confines Of The Circus. You Are No Longer Quite Certain Which Side Of The Fence Is The Dream.

I Wished For Her,” He Says.

You Prefer Not To See The Gears Of The Clock, As To Better Tell Time.

If She Were Gone I Would Be Nothing. You Should Think Better Of Yourself Than To Settle For That.