i feel trapped in an emotional loop where i’m just cyclically experiencing the same emotions over and over
as though each week has the same ups and downs and beats and absences
each kind of happy is the same and each kind of unhappy is just like the last
it could be lack of distraction or it could be the boundary of the mesh of human experience
perhaps that is all time is; a week is simply a recycled set of events that recur finitely to a definite yet unpredictable end
no matter what occurs within the confines of any construct of time, every recurrence of said construct is identical
a second is always a second; a minute a minute; an hour an hour; a day a day; a week a week; a month a month; a year a year; a century a century; a millennium merely another millenium
one’s microscopic presence within each arbitrary unit will never divert the course of time
it will be there before this day and after this day stretching on and on and on without stopping
