I sit down at the same table in the same spot everyday, I wear the same clothes and carry the same books, I listen to the same music, I eat the lack of the same thing every day, my nails are the same, I have the same hairstyle, my earrings are the same, my expressions are the same, my tiredness is the same, I take the same medicine and do the same things. it's the same emails, same friends, same bleak windows and the same schedule, the same stressors and the same de-stressors. the same people, same places, same names, and if they're different I wouldn't remember them anyway, the same, never changing timeloop. I guess there's beauty in it, but when will I escape? when?
