L for Lethargic
It seems as if I'm just there. I feel as if I'm on a endless car ride with no driver or anyone, staring out the window and watching all the cars head im the opposite direction. Maybe only a few minutes passed when I saw a red car pass. It could be a hour.
Time stretches on until every day feels the same.
Sometimes I would envision myself taking the steering wheel and drive with the other cars. I wish for it to be real from time to time. In reality I do nothing but let things happen.
Am I unbothered by this fact? Do I not care? Perhaps I have given up.
Sometimes I pretend that this road I'm taking has other people behind me. Maybe I have pretended for so long that it became an illusion to my eyes.
Why is life like this?
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