[from Danse Manatee]
It's the dragging long days, seeing the same people every day, doing the same things, a continous, cold cycle of sameness. There's no feeling, no need to feel, just leeching boredom leaking into everything. Then it's like the sun coming out from behind cloud, passing across your face, warmth on your eyelids. Someone taking your hand and speaking right into your eyes. The reawakening, stretching your limbs, a deep breath, it's alright.
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