My alarm rings and wakes me up. I force my eyes to open even if they fall shut every two minutes.
I eat my breakfast, take a shower, get ready for leave my house.
And then I survive until the end of the day, until I find my way back home.
The next day arrives as soon as possible, and the cycle starts again.
It seems like every day is the same; not possible. But it sure feels like it, doesn't it? Nothing new ever happens so it would seem. It feels as though you're not living life as you should. However, that can't be true.
That's impossible; living the exact same way you did the day before.
Something small changes everyday; the change is so small that sometimes our eyes can't even see it.
We are born. We survive. We die.
Have you ever dreamed how wonderful it would be to fall free from this repetition of life?
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In My Head
PoetryThese are thoughts that I have in my head, be it in the morning, noon or at 3 a.m when I can't seem to go to bed. The thoughts that never make me feel alone for they ring in my mind as the seconds go on.
