Dear Self
Dear World
I’m so bored
I’m so bored

I’ve done all that I could think of
to feel like my body is a home

And all is well
All is quiet
I am simply bored

I’ve talked to rooms full of people
I’ve talked to walls
I’ve talked to Gods
I’ve talked to the stars
I talk to myself
I walk up and down halls

I think about the possibility
of meeting her one day

I think about buying
a new house
with more walls,
more Gods,
more of her,
and halls.

Without the right her,
I’m still so bored.