Imitation…
Life can imitate art. Art is an imitation of life.
I’m in this frame
Of blue skies and green grasses around me
There’s a village in the distance
And a pond beside me
I walk along the dusty road everyday
To find someone
Anyone
But the road stays the same
The grass doesn’t move
The sky’s always blue
And the village is ever far
Does anyone else become so turbulently depressed with having to repeat the same thing every. single. day? It's positively maddening! It makes me anxious that this is all it's going to come to and there isn't anything different...
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