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The Patron Saint of Painful Regrets
You are my home. Though you elude me, I am still thawed, awed by your warmth. Gazing, glimpsing at your form, never forgetting the way you towered over a trembling child, that was lost to the loneliness of life. You are miraculous snowfall, sent from God, to replace my mistakes, keeping me safe, inside a…
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You Know I Can’t Make It On My Own
Yellow light is my first sight, of course, I fell asleep with the light on, unable to keep myself from our dreams. When I woke up, every single time I do, in fact, regular as clockwork, I swear, every time, that it will be the last time. Too many times have gone, heavenly hell, tender…
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I Never Stopped, Not Even When You Asked Me To
Pictures line the walls of an empty home. Leaving the door open, every night, is my routine, at least, for now, somehow, it makes me feel safe, erratic. The air is cool and encompassing. Can the moonlight find me, or will it get lost, tonight? Missing my directions, every night, I am empty, every night.…
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Ask Jen – 13th July 2020
Hola amigos, Here are some of the answers to the questions you guys asked me 🙂 -x- Kylie asked: Can you tell us more about the Halloween project for this year? Not at the moment but I’m hoping to have a trailer for you guys to see soon 🙂 -x- Anonymous asked: What happened with your…
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Purpose
Why do I do it? I ask myself once again. I was born to love, alas, I was born, to a world, so starved, so cold, my heart is unique, destined for searching, seeking but never finding, until it’s over.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 