Jerome Jerry Jaan

Dear Diary! Perhaps all jerry needed was his eyes to be washed by his tears once. Jerome Jerry Jaan

Eyes that once danced with light are now vacant and staring. The once rosy complexion is waxy and pale. The mouth that was so quick to smile in life lies stiff and agape. The lips that kissed me as a child are blue and cold. The arms that held me tight when I was sad or lost, that wrapped me in warmth and security are arranged on the tile like the limbs of a rag doll violently thrown. The legs that used to push me in my pram and run after me in the park are twisted up unnaturally into a position no living person could maintain. And if all that wasn't enough there is a dark red pool under her head, matting her grey-streaked hair and smelling like an abattoir. Even with all this, staring at her lifeless form I cannot believe she is gone. Something that powerfully alive cannot just disappear.