You're bored
Minutes take hours to pass
The window tells
you to flee but refuses to open
Your hands are
cold
Your head is overflowing
Simply can’t pick up what fell down
and it lays there, urging for your
attention
You’re bored
Your eyes search for the endless
So many books to read and none
nearby
So many places to be and all of
them without you
Right now is bullshit
And all doors are closed
Is ‘Where’ the right word?
Or should it be ‘When’? Or ‘What’?
Or none of them, for spite sake…
Your hands are still cold
You’re bored
I’m bored
