A Thousand Days of Boredom

The sun rises and I awaken;
The faded golden light gently slipping through the spaces,
Betwixt the dark blue curtains of my mind
Give me a sense of warmth.
And yet, the snow outside makes it seem so distant, and so far away,
That it would almost be impossible to achieve such a feat.
I get up
Out of bed
And put on some new clothes.
I have breakfast and make a cup of coffee
While listening to my favourite song.
I do this every day – and repeat.
I do this every day – and repeat.
Why not? ‘Tis normal after all is it not?
Why do we trap ourselves in a prison of monotony?
When we can have fun while doing whatever we need to do.
When we can have adventures every day
And not disturb the wanderings of other people’s way.
Why do we choose monotony?
I yearn for change, I need it to survive.
To adapt.
I crave it desperately as a starving man would crave food.
And yet, I have nowhere to go.
Written by Narocia (Tesana)
Published | Edited 24th Aug 2015
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