R.I.P. Robin Williams :(

What does it mean

When a clown dies

Out of sadness?

That there is nothing

Truly funny in life?

That what you give 

Isn’t always what you take?

That nobody really 

Knew you for you?

That you were just

A shadow pinned to

The ground by an

Intangible grief?

That yours was a

Disguise we completely

Believed in?

That you lived in

The blur between the

Joyful and the joyless?

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About Runa

With words you can reveal, hide, confuse, clarify, rule, beg, love, hate. In speech words live momentarily and die with the moment. In writing, they are immortalised and in being unspoken and unwritten, they become omnipotent: God like. My words here could have remained unspoken. Could have. They're immortal and that's enough. View all posts by Runa

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