Pillow talk

Last quarter moon is 50% lit. Et moi?

C's dad passed away this week. I didn't know. She left in a hurry. Now i know he was terminally ill and that's why she went home in December. We hung out for hours and hours, laughed and joked, talked men and stuff, and i didn't know. I wish she had told me, but then i understand why she didn't. You don't want anyone to know that you are not emotionally solvent. Audible laughter quietens silent sighs, witty jokes hasten to clothe naked emptiness, you surround yourself with multitude of people just so you don't bare the solitary you.

Only the pillow knows, and the night stars.

Sigh.

I have been quiet myself. Here at least. I came here a few times, but i couldn't write. I would tell you why if i knew it myself. Maybe i should stop right here, my mood is off tonight.

I wish mr jones was here, he always knows how to put a smile on my sad face.