While in a fit of cabin fever, where boredom becomes a playful plank to do front flips into water

Boredom, an omnipresent easy button, a surrender, go ahead, you are tired of feeling fit and timing ironic, prompting an acknowledgement is manipulative

Go ahead and choke on the chalky foggy chlorine chronic tonic. Jump. Go ahead and press away your luck

Unreal conspiracies detach and reatach around the pinched fingers for woven daily routine.

always coffee, but also no lights, no fire

How can one love it because it’s key is flat? It’s procrastinated? The walls are so white.

Boredom doing tricks with planks, underneath a sunny waterfall.

Jump, press.