𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒.

𝟞𝟘. 𝗖𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀.

A person makes me think of a circus.
But it's not the popcorn, the cotton candy, or the animals leaping through fiery hoops. It's the person.
The magician.
And the crowd. The crowd of varies of people. Some are selfish enough to throw food at the magician. While some don't pay attention at all waiting for it to be over with. Some just pay a little attention, not ignoring it but not acknowledging it either. While some are just oozing over the magic tricks, the excitement, and amazement. Wanting to know what's next to this magician.