Monday to Friday, Saturday to Sunday repeat. Week by week, day by day, waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night. This cycle only repeats itself.
Hidden inside my heart, is a hatred for the word normal and abhor for the word repeat.
Why?
I want a wild typhoon of change to break and destroy this cycle, I wish for the tides of transience to wash over that of the lands of eternity and bring about fleeting satisfaction. I want the adrenaline of something different, something extraordinary… something new?
But?
I think deep down what I’m actually experiencing is
Loneliness?
It’s hard to define, even difficult to express, but… I can feel it, that feeling that creeps in at even the most wonderful of times, that darkness that even in the brightest light, seems to IMPEDE. What are we to do?
Helpless?
I think not, hope lies within the simple fact that as long as you are breathing tomorrow is always promised. So if my story won’t change I think… I’ll try to change myself.