Confusion reigns. She is the queen of muddle. She rules all she surveys in the twelve by fourteen foot room that is her empire. To her, there is no distinction between the telephone and the remote, between January and July. Day is night and night no longer exists. Sleep at any point brings a scrap of peace, but then the crazy quilt of time starts again. Hour? Day? Date? Little registers. Except love. She still knows love.
Caducity 
I remember that the Beatles’ song from years ago said that love is all we need. It’s too bad the perspective for most of us has changed drastically since we were young. Love, alone is probably not enough for most of us these days, but, if love can last, especially in times of confusion, disappointment, and exhaustion, anyone would be fortunate.
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