I want to join a circus. I want to join a circus and walk the tight rope, with horses and elephants parading around, wearing leotards made of sequin and cotton-elastic blend. I would wear gymnastics slippers once again, wearing out the soles of my feet, calluses hardening to grip onto the rope. In the spotlight, I would walk across the stage, switch onto my hands and flip in the air. The audience would gasp and roar but I would only see the gleam of white light around me, sweat dripping down my back. A new stage, with nothing but my performance in my mind.