Normal strangers (part 2)

They both then trotted down the street,
when a woman in black gave her a ribbon,
that silently fell from the girlâ??s hair.

They eavesdropped on the woman,
creeping quietly into a cemetery,
where the woman had a dagger near her chest.

If she would let it sink in,
the woman would die,
but live as an angel.

As she would glide up towards the heavens with her black wings,
she would be rejected,
as when the demons of past life would feast upon her soul.
Even though she did not commit suicide,
the girl thought she would enjoy life.
The woman was in mourning,
for the grave she sat next to,
was her husband.
Desperate she may have been to kill herself,
she would not see him then
or ever again.
Heaven is for those who wait.

In the far point of town,
a mist covered the area,
giving the eyes the disadvantage.

Yet when they reached further within the thick fog,
there was a circus.
Many of them were clowns,
but one that mystified her,
was the pyro.

He would take two stakes,
light them on fire,
and watch him blow out fire from his mouth,
like an angry dragon awaken from his slumber.

Frightened she was,
by how that man could bring down a village,
the man was actually kind.
He was actually more normal than others would think.
From there, he pointed to where home was,
and she quickly sped to it.

She took her arm,
let her hand touch the knob...
But...
She didnâ??t turn it.

From what she saw,
not everyone was as different as she suspected.
Her hand,
slowly backed away from the knob,
and away from the trap that was about to snap.

She had no reason to turn to home now,
she could actually give someone something that barely others can,
and thatâ??s trust.

So she took off with the man,
like a sparrow going back to its nest,
where they lived together,
and mask free.

What I have just told you is the truth,
no one can be judged.
The masks we wear is just an annoyance,
creating mischief and havoc.
But we must not opines a person,
because they are all similar to each other.

Just like the portraits true nature on its looks,
the mournerâ??s thoughts of happiness,
and the pyroâ??s way of life,
they are still human,
but only more unique.

So before you think of what who he or she is,
help them remove their mask from their face,
may it be lifted and forever be lost.

We all wear masks for those who donâ??t know us.
Why do we wear masks?
Because in life,
we are all strangers.