It was just a thought.

It all gets monotonous. I have lived the same day over and over again for the past 17 years. The people and places may change but the day is always the same. The thoughts are the same. The words are the same. Every day I think, "New day." But no. Old day, new date. Recycling days and minutes and seconds. Repeating memories and conversations, smiles and tears. The consequences never change. FFW please.