Boredom....

I have not censored certain words for, its how I feel....

Muted television,

Opened book,

Unconscious googling,

Nail biting,

Fidgeting between rooms.

Darkness, light, blind intuitions, and final déjà vu...!

Beamingly.. heart's empty,

Rested brain never rests..stay!

Rebounds of hysterical illusions,

Hits me in the face when reality slips.

Step out into the flowery garden,

Hoping to shimmer in the colorful glory.

Sigh, shame!

Withering petals and understated thorns.

Dragging her feet along, again hoping for hope,

Digs right in, fresh juicy crimson blood,

Globules of stray string pastes of dark flesh.

Not a sign of hostility or integrity,

Pain in its most integrated form dehydrates a mortal.

Oh.... what a shitty place to be!

Oh.... what a fucked up thought!

Run away run away,

Into a vast expanse.

As lost it may seem,

It’s all the simplicity a pondering mind yearns.

I always conclude with questions,

Hollow is the last word.

Never-ending can lead to ends,

Bounded by no closure.

YES, Boredom is a fucking bitch...!