The Voids.. I hate Em.. all

I feel Langoured, Fatigued, Slothed, BlazEd, Jaded
as i type these words,
All my fruitless trials to fill in the voids of my life with
meaningless conversations and pointless errands, are
so evidently mocking at me.
I want to be subsumed in a passion so eternal that it would
consume me, my thoughts, my apprehensions and just
takes me away from this monotonous trials of pouring sense
in to this porous life.
I am tired of even talking about the worthlessness of my actions,
tired of being so tired. I sometimes wish i was depressed, as it won't be
such an emotionless phase. I certainly understand the transformation
that i am going through, but i still feel like a coccon smothered
by the winds of change.
I sometimes feel like we are all those insects caught in this huge
spider's web, feeding each other hypothetical notions of an ideal life,
far from the strangled reality.And all the glimpses of euphoric happiness that we
percieve are the repercussions of the intermittent free fall we experience
when we break through one net and are waiting to hit another one indefinitely.