naughty or nice, labels we go about dictating one another or different deeds. it was a good day, a satisfactory result, a well lived life. keep watching these words, those feelings, they will dictate how the whole thing goes. we are marking our own papers and creating our own realities. a fool laughing in the street might seem out of his mind, but only because we are having such a hard time on our own. we can all laugh, it simply takes a bit of letting go, letting go of all the things that weigh us down.

most kids laugh. they do as they take things a bit lighter. they know less, the stress of responsibility has yet to come into play. instead its all sunshine and rainbows, until they fall down and scrape their knee, then they taste a bit of the others side of life. the pendulum keeps swinging, the clock still ticking and time begins to draw out the feelings of things, watering down the feelings, pulling at the smiles, plugging away the places the tears might come out. time to make us old, time to make us wise, time to add baggage and give us less things to laugh at and lose the ability to cry. to thicken the bark, to weather us a bit.

still childish inside, we all still feel a bit like kids. unsure of the games, who to sit with at lunchtime, where to go when recess if called. we laugh to ourselves nervously, like a kid becoming self aware. we are amazed when we get called on, when we land in the cool kids group or are picked or called on. some of us keep skipping class while others stay attentive and finish each lesson. the classes have stopped but we have not, some of us aware that the teacher can be bent, that the rules are always changing and all that matters is a passing grade. a classroom of life where we keep graduating to higher grades, constantly being given test and ceaselessly learning and unlearning things. in circles and circles we go, till we are utterly lost or almost found.