either nothing is worth keeping track of anymore, or everything is and I just can't keep up. I have an aching suspicion that it is the first one.
in Echo, there is a young girl named Perdita. "perder" is one of the few verbs of the Spanish language that I have engrained in my brain, it means "to lose." Perdita is a lost girl. Chloe means "verdant," "blossom," "in bloom."
but I am not a flower. I am a girl unfound.
I've been holding out for an Indian summer, but friday(?) brought the first snowfall and we are indefinitely at the changing of seasons. it is indefinitely affecting me. I need sunlight every day more than I need adequate hours of sleep (I have been toying with the idea of polyphasic sleeping, but I realized that I more or less do it anyways).
'Your best friend falls in love
and her brain turns to water.
You can watch her lips move,
making the customary sounds,
but you can see they're merely
words, flimsy as bubbles rising...'
I shouldn't be shaking my head.
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