Boredom strikes at 4:30 am, trying to keep busy, trying to keep calm, feeling like fire inside, want to do something, ANYTHING, I can't seem to occupy myself with a single thing that makes me feel content enough to not want to explode with the fiery rage inside of boredom. The internet will not soothe me. The movies will not soothe me. The knitting will not soothe me. Cannot sleep, not that I'd want to. If only there was something I was extremely good at... alas, there is not. Mediocre varieties of things that make me feel mentally exhausted and frustrated. Constant clouds in this mind of lost dreams and a hurt heart, where has time gone? I was 10 yesterday... where has my mind gone? It was there yesterday... I am to wonder and wander forever in these empty streets of glass encased hopes and dreams, forever trying, but unable to scream
I is for the idiot I am, irritated by ignorant idealistic imbeciles, irate illusionists, imitators and itchy illiterate isolated imaginations, illustrating ill intentions in intricate ideologies of imminent idols, impertinent iguanas, and inappropriate, incongruous imps with invalid information involving international industries invested in intoxicating inhibitions influencing indecency, incoherence and indifference.
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Boredom strikes at 4:30 am, trying to keep busy, trying to keep calm, feeling like fire inside, want to do something, ANYTHING, I can't seem to occupy myself with a single thing that makes me feel content enough to not want to explode with the fiery rage inside of boredom. The internet will not soothe me. The movies will not soothe me. The knitting will not soothe me. Cannot sleep, not that I'd want to. If only there was something I was extremely good at... alas, there is not. Mediocre varieties of things that make me feel mentally exhausted and frustrated. Constant clouds in this mind of lost dreams and a hurt heart, where has time gone? I w
It's irrational, impertinent and idiotic. by Space0ctopus, journal
It's irrational, impertinent and idiotic.
I is for the idiot I am,
irritated by ignorant idealistic imbeciles,
irate illusionists,
imitators and itchy illiterate isolated imaginations,
illustrating ill intentions in intricate ideologies of imminent idols,
impertinent iguanas,
and inappropriate, incongruous imps with invalid information involving international industries
invested in intoxicating inhibitions influencing indecency, incoherence and indifference.
