fill these spaces up with days..

Meaningless days just go by aimlessly. It seems as though the days have just been repeating themselves constantly, no change, no excitement, everything's the same day in, day out. Years have passed and everything's the same, nothing terribly significant has happened. Maybe it's just me, but doesn't it seem like we're re-living the same day over and over? I just feel as though I'm wrapped in a big blanket, trapped. Tight, relatively comfortable, but my movements are limited, and I just feel like I can't unravel and set myself free.

It is at moments after I have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)I have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;

moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination,when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

one pierced moment whiter than the rest

- turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
I watch the roses of the day grow deep

E.E.Cummings