Caricature

She is a caricature of herself. She flinches when she smiles and embellishes when she lies. She knows she is crazy, that is, if crazy people are even allowed the luxury of thinking they are crazy. She knows she is unhappy; you can see it in the darkness that descends behind her eyes, tangled in her laughter. A sadness you could fall backwards into if you don't watch your step and your manners. Strange, what an intoxicating pull sadness has over you. Funny, how you feel uncomfortable and have to apologize for staring when you recognize the same sadness in someone else as the sadness that carves the contours of your soul. Then, there's that moment when you want to try to express what you have seen. And you realize there are no words for such a revelation. Forcing ill-fitting words to accomplish the purpose would only express a caricature of the emotion.

Funny…