Lamentation II The moonlight reflects dimly off Julie’s white eyeballs.  They hold still - impossible to read in the darkness.  Shadows have always been her friend.  They hide all her physical insecurities.   Only in darkness can she be judged by her personality alone. Just before she blew out the candle, her pudgy face conveyed the deep disappointment that formed after her vulnerable smile faded.  She will never be hurt like this again because she will never reveal herself like this again.  Her true self will exist permanently unilluminated, in fear of the pain that can come with honesty.   ~ü [This is a film treatment for a series of five lamentations.  Lamentation I is here.  Lamentation III is here.  Lamentation IV is here.  Lamentation V is here.] [Painting: Alphonse Mucha Woman with a Burning Candle (1933)]

Lamentation II

The moonlight reflects dimly off Julie’s white eyeballs.  They hold still - impossible to read in the darkness.  Shadows have always been her friend.  They hide all her physical insecurities.   Only in darkness can she be judged by her personality alone.

Just before she blew out the candle, her pudgy face conveyed the deep disappointment that formed after her vulnerable smile faded.  She will never be hurt like this again because she will never reveal herself like this again.  Her true self will exist permanently unilluminated, in fear of the pain that can come with honesty.  

~ü

[This is a film treatment for a series of five lamentations.  Lamentation I is here.  Lamentation III is here.  Lamentation IV is here.  Lamentation V is here.]

[Painting: Alphonse Mucha Woman with a Burning Candle (1933)]

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