Like Solomon ranted about: All things are full of weariness – a man cannot utter it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. What has been being what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun. Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this is new”? It has been already in the ages before us. There is no remembrance of former things, nor will there be any remembrance of later things yet to be among those who come after. (Ecclesiastes 1:8-11 ESV)
I have written down the variables of fatigue in the dreams given by exhaust.
Counting from 0 to Symbolic abbreviations – our time is far received.
Given the mixture of colors and melodies, the sound is louder than exposure.
We are sleeping because of the bright apparel of the jaded consequence of media.
Desire is begged for the heaviest consumption of self-visibility.
Forsaking the notion of those satisfied with usual garbs of length; we excuse our sanction for equality.
By the determinations of cursed indulgence, the mind explores paths to knit with.
Engaging passionately, with the beauty of a name worn by all of those who kNOw not the name of vanity.