Boredom

Bored…
Staring into space.
Pencil in hand, with nothing to write, yet writing.
Scrawling on paper, the dusty notes unseen to the eye.
Locked up in darkness, smoke swirling around.
The concept is about the mind and the thought.
It is not about writing.
It is not about thinking, it isn’t even about listening.
It is about the image you sketch, deep within.
It is the image of your soul.
Can you imagine?
Nonsense…chaos…trouble…
All aspects of the cruelty of the human world.
From nature, to paper.
Artistic, imaginative, circles, shapes, lines…
All ideas of the great, creative world.
In this world, it is good to be on the deep side.
Deep is where the heart is.
Along with the soul…the mind…the thought…the image…
Love is where everything is.
Therefore, it is lost…LOST I TELL YOU!
Wandering….dark empty halls,
Lost forever, in the dizzy sea of tranquility.
We are nothing but emotion, feeling, concept…
Large atoms…wait…”large”???
Molecules, cells, matter?
What is all this about?
I do not know, but I do know this:
It all comes back
It all comes back to the beginning…
Nothingness….
Bored…