i rarely blog twice a day. maybe i've had too much time to ponder today.

the ludicrous thing, after all this furore, is that i'm not even in love with you. if you were to stand before me today, i'd realise i don't know you at all, and i'd question why i'm in love with a stranger. you're just the papoose of my futile search for the person i knew three years ago, because i have yet to grasp the concept that time changes people and never brings them back. because i need something tangible in my search for a dead person.

strangely that makes me feel better.

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1:04 AM