...And in it, I get bored by myself. And then I don't have anything to write.
Because I write down in here what I'm going to do before I do it; and sometimes repetition is boring. And today I'm boring. I looked up some old writing of mine and found most of it boring. And annoying. I wrote about being broken hearted way to much.
I had written this ABC thingy though and it didn't bore me:
Amidst beauty, caution destroys
Every futile grasp.
Hope is judged, knocked,
Left malignant.
Nobody’s openly passionate;
Quintessentially respectful,
Sincere.
Truth undermines vanity,
While xenotropic youth
Zeitgeist.
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