when writing out of boredom, how does it come about?
same way as inspired words
are we motivated by being bored?
boredom became my muse
boredom becomes my second hand fuse
then is it a gift or a curse?
My life consist of bored instants
for instant, right now I write
because I am bored, I am pretty sure
I have only written chaos, no rhythmic flow
no beautiful attraction
A subtle poetic feel, hidden in plain sight
you won’t notice the metamorphosis
of my boredom searching for bliss
THE UNSPOKEN WORDS IN A BORED INSTANT