Thursday, October 16, 2008


It is so easy to break the veneer of being composed. A few words, an hour stretching into eternity, a shift in tone of voice, one person who didn't show up: and I am in tears under the round white moon, among the whispering trees, feeling so alone. The dark stretches around me, and the each scattered pedestrian is flying through the void to his own empty planet. I cry and cry, and can't even say why.


legodesi said...

Jenny... i wish i knew what to say to help you out. If this post is a reflection of reality, and not only imagination, hang in there.

Ren said...

You can always call me, too, when things aren't going so well. :(
je t'aime, j'espere que tout va bien.