"The frosty, romantic winter ambience with soft accompaniement of guitar,piano and the violins, the gentle clicking of pool balls as they collide clumsily into each other at a table of a nearby house while i sit at the candle-lit table, in my own abode by the frozen lake. All that with her, that one special person in my arms. The person that would mean the world to me, the person i would do anything to take care and to protect of. Soft, flowing hazel hair and that smooth and fair complexion, the intoxicating smell of her, the touch of her skin on mine.She gets up and out onto the ice and slides elegantly and beautifully, the clap of the steel blades on the glimmering surface,her long hair a graceful twirl behind her spins and that rich ,sweet laughter boasting of finessé. My eyes follow her as she skims across the surface until she stops, and she turns slowly and playfully, soon we stare into and at each other,passive eyes and all that went through my mind was, yes this is the person i would want to be with,forever and always"
A shock, a voice heard as the street sounds become clear. The end of the dream. The one fantasy, the mad dream made by the heart of the Joker, one who fulfills the role of making everyone around but himself smile. End of the day, when he goes home, always to an empty house, he asks himself, what is it he really wants? A stable job, a solid family, his hobbies and the most important realised to him, that someone by his side. He too, knows he is nobody good, the only thing he has are a bunch of irrelavant wisdom and maturity. So the only thing he can do is to beg the kings and queens, a pathetic display of his comediac self and hope that one day, someone will take notice of him, and maybe drop him a sliver of a coin for him to hopefully survive the day.
