Onaly Perera

Grey

My life worked like a clock. Everyday, every week, every month went the exact same way, no surprises. I would just move from one task to another like the hands would move from hours to minutes. The mundanity of my life had gone on for so long I no longer questioned it. Its acceptance happened slowly, but surely I leaned into it, accepted it, and continued to live it until one day I wouldn't wake up at 4:43am.