Pondered upon for many years, attentiveness strides to bear the pressure of focus
The robust feature that drips from your mind gives you an endless ache as you desire more.
More attention they say.
Be attentive they say.
But I am bored.
Bored by you and what this sickening world has to offer.
Bored by all the mistakes I have made and all the contemptuous sputters
Bored by all that seems to be said and done.
Bored by all that is outside my mind.
Bored by-
Boredom means lack of attention.
Lack of attention you say?
Lack of attention to what?
To the stench of death that trembles at the doors of our nostrils?
Or is it to the weeping child and beaten woman tattered and seeking?
Is it a lack of attention to the stealers in society that seek to make our floorboards quiver?-
No. It is a lack of attention to you.
I cared enough for everyone and everything and what did I earn?
The heartache of believing there was no possibility of being incandescently captivated by a beauty so deep and rare.
A beauty that rises from within and screams from the depths of a soul that sonder into the mouth of forgetfulness.
A beauty so unique that the lies define the weight of nothingness and everythingness.
The sneers and snickers do not matter anymore when I have this beauty to gaze upon and value
So yes my dear “boredom means lack of attention-
Lack of attention to you”.
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