Life is boring. Everything is boring. The faces are boring,
even the prettiest. The water dispenser looks boring. The birds are chirping in a monotone and lazy tone, boring! My FB status is boring. The
music is boring. This computer looks boring. The work is boring. My coffee
tastes boring. Even the trees moving in a slow and boring movement. The
world is just a big, hot and humid boringness. Nothing less, nothing more. And
I grew weary of it.
I don’t feel like socializing. I just wanna be
with myself, and myself alone. Cocooned myself with this boringness of mine. Hibernate.
Healing. Whatever you call it.
I couldn’t care more about what is happening around me. I
have blocked myself with a concrete of selfishness without doors or windows for
people to enter or to peek.
To hell with the world! Today I have given up myself to
boringness. And not much that I can do to get everything back into the right
place.
All I can do is waiting. Waiting in absolute boringness. And nothing is more painful than that.
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