The boy in a pastel dream

There was a boy in a pastel dream
he sang songs for serpents and toothpick students
he turned truth into a dirty word
and let the world chew up the insides of TV shows
a Television antidote
How heavy is this wait?
a kilo, a pound, an inch
...of pastel schemes.

La Vie Noir

I am feeling sad today. Things here are great, but my heart is shrunken. If I were home I would be able to talk to someone about it. If I talk to someone here I just feel like a whinny little brat, but not talking to anyone is making my insides rotten.

France will never be my home....and I feel like I don't really have a home to return to.
What am I going to do with myself? a sad, lonely girl with no country....