a broken chandelier drips,

effervescence flows gold,

holding iridescent jewels,

kingdoms lost, mourned,

not of paupers questioning,

rather secrets told unto

vindictive whispers,

xeric yet zealous.

the sand turned brown when the sun cursed it again,

I am not a curse, I am not fire full of desire,

I am burning hope born on sand molded to brown soil,

I am not a victim of change, I am the creator of change the change,

I was always divided,

into lands, languages, culture, timezones, don’t get me started,

conflict is my sibling, unwilling to agree to a point,

I was brought up rocking on a cradle called diversity,

my home is not where I come from but where my mind wanders on afternoon walks, trying to run away to from it,

but I am profanity, desolated from the world, I am where I belong, I am my own home unwilling to accept myself

the moon doesn't tell you to hide under a blanket

so that the monster doesn't grab your feet

after the night has dissolved to every corner of the sky

you look at the crescent wide awake among lies

roots crawl up your toes, caressing your knees,

you see it climb up parallel to your ribcage, all-around your neck

the moon doesn't stop you from worrying

because anxiety is moonlight reflecting in every part of your body

you are scared to turn off the lights because monster under your bed will crawl

you will gasp for breath but you might as well drown

because the moon doesn't tell you to forget all it implied.

Dear Prosers

Oh, how I hate to say goodbye even though I know it is only for a little time.

I've come to a new season in my life and I will be taking a little break from Prose, I will continue my writing and will come back to post it soon.

I wish you all well and hope you all continue to grow in your writing and grow into who you are. love yall. happy writing.

love, Jenevieve

p.s if your into watching vlogs on youtube ill have one coming in about a year(theofficalJenevieve) if all goes well!

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Reunion is a package of nostalgia, comedy, and memories. The episode began with all the cast members meeting together and reminiscing the set. I felt that the sets reminded them of more than show. Friendship, old memories, small sweet bitter times. The same goes for the audience. I had flashbacks of when I watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. with my sister having dinner on summer nights. Sharing common jokes, references for one more golden time. For them, it’s a memory they ought to carry on for their life and the same goes for us. It’s a power punch for the audience to listen to the theme song one more time, to bless their eyes with the sight of 6 members setting the stage on fire. It’s surely the missing part of the puzzle we all have been longing for.

The entire episode made me reflect on the strength of change. Change is indeed inevitable but some friendships remain unrusted forever. I understand the gravity of the friendship between David Schwimmer and Jennifer Aniston that lasted forever despite their fleeting crushes. They recreated some scenes, which send Ross- Rachel fans to the seventh sky.

It was wonderful to have segments with creators so that we could change perspective and put ourselves in their shoes to understand how this show was created. David Crane and Marta Kauffman developed how the show was put together and gave an insight into our favorite scenes. The very idea of the show is quite interesting and relatable. It did set the standards high for any future shows.

The quiz gave me chills. It’s one of the most entertaining recreations from our favorite episode. Astonishingly, we will never know what Chandler did for a living. (transpondster?). The whole episode is unconditionally spiced up by hilarious remarks from Matt LeBlanc and Matthew Perry. And Michael Tyler, aka Gunther, looked unrecognizable in the reunion. We will cherish and remember the soul of Central Perk.

Janice’s laugh was something my ears and eyes have been thirsty for. All these years we have been patiently waiting for Maggie Wheeler’s presence on the Reunion. And Oh My God, for the last time we got to reminisce the most peculiar yet entertaining laugh. We got to witness many more cameos which added life into the episode.

Lisa Kudrow performed Phoebe’s most popular song Smelly Cat along with Lady Gaga and followed by support from a six-person gospel choir. Indeed phoebe’s version is the best one yet and will be. Nothing could match Phoebe’s standard’s and like she says Smelly Cat song is an emotion and no one can get it right. The last time we could hear these lyrics purify our ears like holy water.

Few parts which stood out to me were firstly when Courtney Cox mentioned how this is the last time they will be seen together as a team. This thought shook me to my core. When I first started watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. it was just because some of my Friends pursued me. Now in some years, we might have separated ways but the connection must stay alive. Throughout the show, they have delicately portrayed the time when Friends are your Family. Sooner or later you grow out of your cocoon and part ways. But this Reunion was a celebration of change. We will definitely miss the show, but finally, it’s time for it to set in our hearts.

what are you, you ask the void

and the void answers

i am built broken promises, and emptiness

i feast upon nightmares and dead gods

i am the darkness that acts as a shield

and i am the kindness so many lost

who are you, the void asks

you say you don’t know

the void respond that it’s okay to not know

because no one has ever known who they are

being is not limited to labels and lines

being is not static, not permanent

you aren’t meant to be here

no one should be this close to the void

if you reach out, take another single step

you’d be gone, disappearing into nothing

that doesn’t scare you, this is your garden

your eden in the hollow world you know

the void tells you it’s dangerous for you

but yet you always find your way back

you don’t believe the void, it wouldn’t hurt you

it couldn’t hurt you, not more than others had

the void knows this, and knows you’re right

as it warns you off, to err on the side of safety

the void knows things, things it shouldn’t

it knows your nightmares that keep coming

changing and shifting, oozing blood and tears

it knows your broken promises, for no one at all

as you wrote and erased again and again

but it knows who you are, you are you. no more

it’s calming, the way the void expects nothing

nothing other than the nature of inevitability

it knows you are here, and knows you won’t be

not forever, that not how things go, even here

the void trusts you as much as you trust it

trusts that you will one day die as all before

so you stare unafraid into the voids gaze

and it stares just as unafraid back at you

you think you love the void in some way

the void thinks it trusts you in some way

so you reach out to touch the void

and the void reaches back to touch you

Curiosity?

Nah.

That shit killed the cat

Persistance?

Pfft -

Who’s got time for that?

Empathy?

Ick

Tears don’t stop a gun

Honor?

Okay...

...but, being bad’s half the fun

Friendship?

(Hmm)

I’ll get back to you maybe

Achievements?

- Ehh

Those just reward babies

Honesty?

Sure!

You can always have mine

Temperament

....

Sorry - I got out of line

Dear Old Retired Friend,

I hope you are alive still through this COVID season. I understand you and your lifetime partner have generally kept antisocially alone in your home you bought ages ago and never left. I also know you both are grumpy, stubborn, cantankerous old souls who have outlived many of your other friends and probably will continue to outlive many of the rest (or at least your neighbors, who as you have pointed out to me have all mostly sold out and left the homesteaders like you and your man to die alone as they escape to retirement homes, vacations, or wherever they end up).

My own homesteader and I are hanging in there. We haven't killed each other yet. The house could use work but it always could, as you know. I quit my job. Thank you for calling me brave and telling me I have the heart of the 60's/70's in me. I miss the 60's/70's. Never lived through them, but they sound pretty cool. My fellow homesteader really likes the music.

We're attempting the family thing, which I know you never tried, so I'll tell you how that works out. Maybe it's a silly thing to do anymore, but as you say there are sillier things like drugs and alcohol to die with. Maybe focusing on children as the thing to eventually kill us isn't so bad. Hopefully the environment doesn't kill them prematurely and bringing them into this world isn't the awful act of selfishness I always thought it was. You might tell me that the world is always near ending - sometimes just the adventure of living in the end of times might be what brings us the most passionate moments of our lives.

Thank you for sending me the actual mailing address of our other old coworker who recently lost her husband, which I only know through her Facebook page, but nobody posts their addresses and clicking a button hasn't the soul of sending a card or a care package. I'm glad you still crochet. I do too, I must remember to make that gift for my current coworker, she has had a tough year too.

I will continue to send these randomly timed emails to you despite a working postal system and the ability to write actual cards, as you constantly remind me. I appreciate the fact that you embrace my chosen digital crutch and adapt to my preference. I'm vaccinated now and maybe one day - my grouchy overprotective homesteader says I still have to wait 2 weeks for max efficacy - I can stop by and we can chat in person, which is honestly my favorite method of communication, but only with others who appreciate the same. My homesteader is a bit lacking in that department but that's alright - we have plenty of time and means to communicate.

Never miss our old company but I do miss the company I had in it.

Best and Warmest Regards Old Friend,

- The Wordy One