These pages of my book look different even though they are exact same.
same word with different fonts.
I seemed to be stuck in this endless loop where nothing changes.
Everything is the same.
As it was yesterday,
As it will be tomorrow.
A path that leads me nowhere but back to here, always here, back here no matter how far I run.
This book with never-ending pages yet the same plot over and over again. I am already bored of it and yet the story doesn't change.
Because everything remains the same.
As it was yesterday,
As it will be tomorrow.