nihilism and empty thoughts

the meaninglessness of daily life, the repeating cycles, the constant stream of information, it blinds us from what is meaningful. its a distraction, a sedation towards all those things we shove under the rug, the things we bottle up, the things we ignore, and look the other way for. we try not to be alone, not to let the thoughts stream in, but when we're alone in the dark, when we're left with nothing but ourselves and the moon, it all resurfaces. it floods and drowns, the things we try to ignore come back and have us in a chokehold. its all so overwhelming. can we really face those thoughts anymore? can we really look at them directly after shoving them aside everlong. can we ever return to some kind of normalcy, or is it all meaningless despite everything?