no end; no beginning

I am unable to differentiate between day and night, today and tomorrow, the conscious and unconscious. Life is so mundane that it feels fictitious. A constant phase of disassociation. Still unable to differentiate between phenomena and the actual world; my senses perceive the same monotonous world everyday and end up confusing it with a repetitive dream.

Existence feels like it’s stuck on repeat, like a broken record, not trying to be better or worse but just there.

did I love enough
did I love enough
did I love enough
did I love enough
did I love enough
did I love enough
did I love enough
did I love enough
did I love enough
did I love enough