Two more weeks away and yet we are so complacent.

I feel like im living in a time warp with a meaningless existence. Where the wheels turn over and over again at the same pace and at the same place.

It feels like ive been through this before and a sense of deja vu emerges.

The same relationships, the same work, the same people. The endless rounds of watching that distracts and puts you in denial.

It's exhausting really.

I yearn for something different. But then as usual, i treat it the same way i usually do. Vent and walk away.

I know that my writings may make sense only to me but then again, it almost always does.