I am not the same person tonight
As I was this morning
Time moves slowly for me
The hours drag on
A constant sense of boredom consumes me
I watch the hours go by as I feel my white blood cells turned to red
Don’t take this the wrong way
For life does not bore me
I’m curious
Passionate
I love and I hate
I’m simply referring to the neutral state between human antics
I’m referring to the constant void that is my consciousness
I’m unfamiliar with the definition of contentment
Satisfaction is a boredom induced daydream how could I ever expect to sustain a satisfaction when within the 24 hours of the day
I am 24 different people