
Sitting here wondering what the past few days have since meant to me really brings an empty ring to my head.
The days are getting longer yet compressed and i've lost track of time in its finest essence.
Everyday seems to be a notch in a spinning record.
The same things are being played over and over and over and over again.
Life seems to be spinning, yet i can't feel the most little things that come by me.
They call it numbness, a sense of shock,
But i think i would properly credit it to vacant-ness.
A vacuum where space and time has been properly flushed out, filtered, and what comes through is just a sense of senselessness.
I cannot really remember what has happened over the past one week, but strangly the facts that have been forced and squeezed into the depths of my brain seem to surface out without fail.
Everyday i rise without realising how peaceful the crisp morning air feels,
Depart without looking around at the things happening,
Mugg up without so much of a consternation till i get tired,
Eat without giving thanks,
Arrive without a word to family or friends,
Lie on my bed till the cycle repeats itself.
A vicious cycle repeating itself like a reused cliche,
Blandness and monochrome creeps into play.
Apologies on my absence the past week.
I'm sure without even giving a reason everyone should know the reason why.
Life is normal, as usual on the surface of things.
Everyone has since completed another year of formal schooling.
We're down to our last 13 days to the beginning,
And 20 odd days to the beginning of the end.
specks of light can already be seen.
Press on everybody.
post by joshua at 10:32 PM (x)