Everyday is an unending continuation of the day before
with short little dreamlike breaks for recharging
only to pick up where we left off
unvarying unchanging zombies
trudging along thoughts
filled with a long string of words and emotions
brought forward from hundreds of days ago
a tiny degree added onto each chapter
uncertain about the tiny disturbance nudging at the back of our heads
a vague feeling that it is not life
but merely a doing
a shadow of what life could be
a distraction ignored as logic takes over that the doing is a necessity
where necessity overtakes wants and desires
as it should be or so they are told it should be
until one day one will come and say that ...
life should not be done but lived.
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