I've always dreamt of running away with the circus. Just hop on the train and go where they go, follow them anywhere. It would feel so good to be a part of something. I admire them, their courage and passion. I wonder what it'd be like, to feel wanted and needed.
I don't know where I'd fit in. Maybe I'd pass out cotton candy and peanuts, or take money for the tickets. Anything to be close, to ride in the train, to go to unimaginable places. Each person would be needed, selling tickets or feeding the people.
Or maybe I'd be in the actual circus. Maybe I'd train elephants or whip tigers and lions or walk on a tightrope (probably not). Or maybe I'd be in the freak show. With all of the outcasts, a family of unfortunate faces. I'd be the best freak around.
People think I'm nuts for dreaming so crazily. They tell me they'll stick with me and support me with any dreams I might have, but when it comes to this, they laugh it off. But one day the dream will come true, if only for a little while.
