Black and white, on and off, the world flashes by, in the same dizzy chorus of someone else's day.
Someone else's life. That was my life.
This is my life.
Monday to Friday.
Wake up, get up, dress, eat, walk out, school, walk back, sit, eat, work, sit, sleep.
Saturday to Sunday.
Wake up, get up, dress, walk out, walk around, buy needs, walk back, eat, sleep.
And all over again on Monday.
Everyday was this way, never a difference to mind, or a thing to really see.
Some days I wished I didn't wake up.
Some days I tried not to sleep.
Break the cycle, break it all, break away.
I was broken and still breaking, so why couldn't this break?
Everything can and does break so easily. I know it does.
Everything is broken around me, but this hasn't broken just yet.
So sad. Why can't it break?
Another part of the cycle begins today and will settle back down, into monotonous days of the rest of the cycle.
The empty, but crowded plane arrives, people who weren't really there got off and went to their individual destinations.
It left and I found my way to my new, but ever familiar apartment.
The foreign, but familiar interior screamed silenced to me as the door swung open.
With only the slightest sound, I put everything back in their place, despite never having been here in the first place.
It wasn't any different from the rest.
Tomorrow would just be another Monday, another part of the cycle, another part of someone else's life.
My life.
Disclaimer: Owns nothing. Done, end, period, word, now get off my case.
Nah, but in all seriousness, I seriously have no idea where these ideas come from.
Edit: Just came back and patched little words up, mess ups like "to" to "the" etc since I finally came back to look at it after putting it up late one weekend night of doing nothing xD