Light diffraction of boredom
The dawn of the ages, the life of the sages
Can’t believe reaching blog cuatro and close to the point of giving up. I am literally going to lose my mind struggling to finish this objective of mine, writing. So much for the idea and the affinity of self-love.
Here I am, trying to fill in space. Just for the number cuatro, pronounced (kwat-ro). Imagine being forced to write yet never knowing what to spell. It is the awkward moment with yourself that you face trying to fill in space. Like being in a boy band trying to chart the numbers, or making pop music and make lovely luscious video clips just to sell more albums.
Imagine being an inmate locked up for 20 years.
Imagine a writer with writers block.
Imagine having all things that seem so flaccid in reality.
Boredom has set in. And it is peeking through. And it is peaking through. Look for the eye my friend what do you see
Can’t believe reaching blog cuatro and close to the point of giving up. I am literally going to lose my mind struggling to finish this objective of mine, writing. So much for the idea and the affinity of self-love.
Here I am, trying to fill in space. Just for the number cuatro, pronounced (kwat-ro). Imagine being forced to write yet never knowing what to spell. It is the awkward moment with yourself that you face trying to fill in space. Like being in a boy band trying to chart the numbers, or making pop music and make lovely luscious video clips just to sell more albums.
Imagine being an inmate locked up for 20 years.
Imagine a writer with writers block.
Imagine having all things that seem so flaccid in reality.
Boredom has set in. And it is peeking through. And it is peaking through. Look for the eye my friend what do you see
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