nora (elenoise) wrote,

a day off

the butterfly counts not months but minutes, and has time enough.

i will eat green grapes and fill today with nothingness.
something im not apt, but needy, to do.

reading 'short sentimental journey and other stories' by italo svevo.

missing my mom.

waiting for rain. counting the minutes.
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