People with vacant eyes and dull faces...each morning heralds a day that is struck off the calender....trudging from home to office and back again...weary of life and weary of living...effacing the memory of each day...drowned in misery and drenched in sorrow...comfortable in the everyday sameness of life...confused, lost, and directionless...fighting for perfection and then struggling to accept incompleteness...tunnel vision with no end in sight...falling once to rise again...and then falling again never to rise once....a lost battle and a lost cause....
Struggling for life..struggling to live...and then struggling to breathe....
Dragging yourself..and your feet....
A tired soul...a weary pen...muted to silence...and silenced into submission......
Nothing is wholesome....everything is a half-hearted attempt at living....even the breath you inhale....
It is as if everyone is waiting for someone to switch the power off in their lives.......
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