Eyes weep not with tears but tiredness. The day's toll of witnessing life passing by burning into corneas, making eyelids beg for rest. Another day of life without living. A day absent of wonder and barren of surprise. A day not even the small moments could bring joy. Just a day of breathing without taking a breath.
{ Leaving disordered papers in a dusty room
Living first in the silence after the viatcum}
- T.S. Eliot, Animula
2 comments:
I think "breathing without taking a breath" is a perfect description ... unfortunately.
It's time to take a deep breath. No more days of life without living. Starting.... now.
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