I'm not writing much here, simply because I'm too tired to edit a text at the end of the day. Davon. Day is davon in Ztrakadia, and night is novad, the same word spelled backwards. Avazdavon is yesterday but tomorrow is argade, for some reason it just ended up that way. I'm learning more words and fast, but I can't seem to keep track of all the hir, his, her, har, hor that mean words like which, what, this, that, where, why and so on. I keep mixing them up.
I keep writing poems that I translate to Ztrakadia and so far I'm pretty amazed that I seem to be able to remember which words I've already created and not. Ty elime har ty exhadina ravan ty illy skave. That means I say that I exist but I don't. Just a random sentence I thought of without using the dictionary. See if I can create some more. Sir vadame wilny ty avarende. Your heart is my breath. Waz davon wilny lieke valvani vodazh. Every day is like echoing shadows. I'm not making much sense, but I'm getting somewhere.
I'm still listening to Nightwish since days ago and trying to escape the world. I'm already ignoring half the posts on tumblr and facebook because they remind me of the world. The real world, that is. Now I'm so tired I can barely function, but my heart and soul so are jaded, forcing me to stay up.
I'm trying to shadow all my thoughts of K with thoughts of Caspian instead, and knowing that the latter loves me back is somehow a comfort. But even that is a form of lovesickness. Because he's gone and he's not coming back to me. Although, I might come back to him one day.
I don't know what else to say. Gonna try some sleep now, I think.
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