I am tired.
Tired of waking up to the same alarm at the same time every day, running down the same creaky stairs, walking through the same paths, passing by the same tea shop with the same fading yellow paint, reading the same boring signboards..
How long will I stare at that same view through my window? How long will I listen to the same arguments of vendors and neighbours? How far will I keep walking the same road, surrounded by the same faces?
I am tired of carrying this rock of routine. Heavy, but empty.
Still, I walk. Slowly. Delicately. Like a lone leaf floating on water, just careful enough not to sink.
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