The Juggler's Literature
People stare at me as my spheres cut through the air. I toss one after another, stealing glares and attention. They all want to know why my eyes are closed. They think I don't know they are watching me; but I've known since the beginning. Extremely soon they will find that these are no ordinary spheres; and not only will my eyes remain closed, but their eyes will widen. I have only given them a glimpse of what I see everyday. A glimpse of a world that nobody knows of; and then I will begin to smile. Because their faces are priceless. I am the Juggler. A wielder of the spheres. These are not common tricks, that's just how they appear.




