and it's time, time, time that you love
i still wear rubberbands around my wrists when they aren't in my hair. still listen to james. still devour black beans out of the can. still (metaphorically now) find someone to beat me up over every little thing, or do it to myself. still feel better in moonlight. still ache over writing. still have wanderlust and crave possibilities from my very bones. still dehydrate, still white-lie, thankfully far less of each. still wear dresses, still despise mirrors. i still clutter rooms in no time flat. still talk about him & him & him. i still procrastinate, still ruminate, still think too much. still get carded. still smile at strangers. still miss the ocean. still sleep in a ball. still imagine giving interviews. still miss.