Monotony rules the day

Monotony rules the day. Week by week life carries on as a vaporous whisper emitting the same fabrication you have come to recognize as normal. It leaves as soon as it arrives, but its falsehood lingers in the bowels of your inner essence. Your character portrays expected standards and exterior motives even though seeming futile at times. Results just don’t seem to surface even though you’ve been tirelessly digging. Deeper and deeper you go, and it seems you get farther away from the ever nearing goal. Perception is close to absent, and your grip on it is continually slipping away. If you could only grasp the reality of how close you are to your goal. It’s right in front of you, and has been for so very long. Unable to move or unable to see, discouragement and ennui take over. Monotony rules the day.