Dear Jenny,

 I woke up in the miscellany of saturated encounters, and my mind says, “not again, not again”. Not again to that drowsy character who sees clouds being shred into scattered thoughts which finally outlined a message that says: “you can’t be who you want to be”— a note that meant everything and nothing at the same time. Even without warning, the idea kept me unruffled, because I am too jaded to retort. So I won’t respond, scream or even open my eyes or say a word. Yes, not now, not again. I am not going to panic or run after answers or a way out, but instead, I would embrace anything that is inert and stays that way until nothing and everything would recognize each other. It’s only then that the world would identify a look in my face. Only then that I would use the phrases “do everything” and “whatever it takes” again. Let me just stay still for a while until I could thaw my spirit and at least tell myself that it’s all right to hang on and believe that maybe help is on the way to undo all of these repetitions of inundated events.

Tell me if I am wrong. Tell me straight into my face. Otherwise, tell the whole world.

 Not really glad to be writing you (again),

Jenny ver 2.0