Stagnant

(With much thanks to Erebus for the inspiration for the title!) i have become clairvoyant. My future is every day repeated. Where once i sought a purpouse my reserves are now depleted. My voice has now been muted. I have nothing left to say. Not that it really matters ‘cause, i re-live all my days. Cinder blocks encapsulate a body made of lead. Not that there’s somewhere i can run so i just stay in bed. Monotonous routine and habbit govern my existence. A life of mirth has been replaced by a day-to-day subsistence.