it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits

Don't look at me  
don't talk to me  
I have nothing, NOTHING  
to say  
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO  
I'm worse that that  
I'm a head full of stagnant air  
empty at least has potential  
but stagnant is where  
brainwaves go to die  
 
I think all my important brainwaves have died  
 
I tried to read an essay  
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up  
because it turns out I really hate  
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that  
is that I now know what it means  
"short hibernation, where the drop temp
is no lower that 5 degrees less than the base temp"
in Celsius  
I think...?
 
Are you bored yet?
I'm bored and it's my brain talking  
it was my brain trying to take in  
random information that sounded good
at the time  
turns out I really don't give a fuck  
about hibernation cycles
it just sounded good in theory  
or maybe, just maybe  
scientists shouldn't write in a way  
that's so boring  
it puts ordinary people to sleep  
 
No, don't look at me  
this word vomit isn't an invitation  
if you talk to me I'll just tell you  
random facts no one cares about  
or I'll talk about my kids
which no one cares about  
of I'll talk about my stationery fetish  
which no one cares about
 
I've seen that glazed eyed look  
too many times to think  
spilling my thoughts on someone's shirt  
in a good idea  
 
So here is me, lonely and bored  
and stagnant  
not spilling my thoughts on people  
wishing someone would look at  
wishing someone would talk to me  
and pretending like I don't care  
because I just don't have it in me  
to let my weird be rejected today