I wish to disasssemble my costume, throw my clown hat back on the fire pile, and sit in the dark with my right hand covering my mouth.

I wish to escape the noise eyes make when they giggle at a dancing bear.

I wished for applause, and I should have been careful. I found out

Its pressure is as great as the deepest part of the ocean, and it squeezes foolish divers to pulp.

I'm drowning, and I can't get up.

I wish to secede from the union.

I wish to avoid myself completely, maybe duck around a corner and watch my back recede as I walk right by me, oblivious.

I wish it were that easy.