Roots

Monday, March 3, 2014

A Dull Morning

Constricted, in the throat, and thoughts. No movement, stuck. Like a jammed wheel.
No willingness to move, as the majestic elephant settled on its own littering.

A yawn gnaws, but dies. The brain refuses to swallow the oxygen pill.

Oh boredom, can you get out of my mind room? It's expansive, but you seem to be taking too much space. Get out, out I say!

Then boredom laughs at me. And I smile too, at my foolishness.

Okay, Im out for a stroll. May be an omlet coupled with oxygen overdose would be the cure. ;)

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