The French Mime

Je m’appelle David..

I’m the depressed French Mime that exists from time to time creating an imaginary box that my words and thoughts are trapped to; I can not speak; My lips are sealed; I am not complete. My hands are in white gloves, my torso is wrapped in a black and white horizontal striped sweater, my legs are bounded in black jeans, and I’m wearing a French beret hat, carrying a long baguette, in these cold, lonely, empty and dark French streets.. I’m currently standing sadly beneath the Eiffel Tower in the middle of a dark, starry, partially cloudy French night, in Paris, France, no money, no friends, no reason to be alive. I lean back on the Eiffel Tower, nonchalantly lighting a cigarette, inhaling the smoke, looking up at the sky, exhaling the carbon monoxide, then closing my eyes. It’s mid December, I’m in a thin sweater, the temperature is 37 degrees, the weather is cloudy with rain and a cold breeze, and while I freeze; I realize I’ve never been more sad then here, right now, and have never felt so much pain. Hypothermia slowly takes me away, along with my hopelessness and envy of better days.

Then I remember that time at the end of July when I made someone laugh, and their joyful reaction, and how I naturally smiled back. And how that impacted my day and I became happy, then and there, I truly loved being a Mime. Fact is, it’s my job to be sad, but it’s more important than I think, I can help other people and make a difference. It slowly turns to daytime, and as a flower near me blooms, I get ready to play my part in society as the French Mime in my usual black and white attire. And although it’s the beginning of Winter and freezing, I embrace the cold as I smile at the sun rising sky. I redo my white makeup and roll up my sleeves, exiting this imaginary box I’ve created with my hands and prepare to brighten people’s lives. I’m starving and I have nowhere to go. But there’s one thing I know: That we are all here for each other, together, forever. I am here for you and you are here for me. And that’s what makes us all complete. Humility.

Author's Note

In playing a day by day character, all the time, being me, it’s easy to empathize with a lonely French mime, as we all go through dark times.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' we are all here for each other, together, forever. I am here for you and you are here for me. And that’s what makes us all complete. Humility. '

Dear goodness, your words are subtly and uniquely dramatic! The two paragraphs are two acts in a Greek tragedy set in Paris. The sadness of the first paragraph is so visual,' could almost smell the cigarette.. would it be Gitane?

Then, that second paragraph where the hidden smile might have lain still. But.. your realisation rippled out to inspire your heart and others' with undeniable happiness until.. the lighting alters, space hums.. and you know what to become, how to be.. .. .. Incroyable!

[D.j.]

Thanks, I tried to express a sense of selflessness, But realized in order to care for others you must first accept yourself. Appreciate it!

[emmajoy]

Takes a lifetime to learn how to deal with human-kind, self included!

[Unspoken poet]

I enjoyed this, this is a very good, much enjoyed your words

[D.j.]

Thank you!..