Jenny-fa

Illusiveness, the cope of night, ambiguously, betrayal of your mind
Passing through the evil dark side, the moment of metempsychosis…

The pale, white, fragile blossoms in the deserted street. A silent sanctuary. The greenness enclosing me from all directions. Gently, grimly, an ethereal solace. The serenity of the clouded, rain-flecked sky. If only there were no inhabitants in those gray, verdure-covered houses. The world without whispers and judgments and meaningless farces. I speak, then perceive the obstinate wall, a paramount of foolishness. Superficiality. Have they known anything deeper? I refuse to move. I am entwined in verdure.