The clanking noise.
The barraging sound
everything seems so superficial.
Hush and hush
Disturbed, bewildered
The impression of being astray.
Puzzling approval of thoughts
Abolishing every belief and vision
Swooshing of the waves
Hurling of the breeze
Beckoning of the melancholic state.
And again,
another round of blank slate
deafening silence
a round of faint applause
until there was none.
Dejection.
Misery.
Quiet pain.
Another cycle is revolving once again...
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