Am I the world’s most boring man..?
My shadow has left out of boredom.
Time yawns when I enter a room.
Rivers flow uphill to avoid me,
and plants fake their own demise.
Am I the worlds most boring man..?
I rot without the courtesy of decay.
Even the worms forget my name.
Doors close when I arrive.
Walls pull tighter.
Windows fog from the inside.
Am I the worlds most boring man..?
Mirrors flinch.
Blur me out, a shame they cannot frame.
Language dies in my mouth.
Words stagger in…
lose shape…
lie down…
and do not get up.
Am I the worlds most boring man..?
I am what silence uses to feel less alone.
The void once sent me a letter.
Blank.
Unaddressed.
I keep it close to my skin.
Am I the worlds most boring man..?
I am the place the scream turns back.
I am the dimming of a light no one turned on.
If I am not enough there’s the door
I never made.
There’s the map that leads to nowhere else.
Go.
And carry a little of me with you.
Excitement is not for me.
I am content in my boredom.
It doesn’t sound content; it sounds more like you’re resigned to it. I don’t think you’re boring.
Thanks Fia.
I don’t think I’m boring but others would because I shun the endless stimulation that they need to feel alive.
You’re anything but boring. You know that. I understand what you meant in your comment to Fia. I shun that endless stimulation too. I don’t need it.
I enjoy your writing.
Thanks Alexandria…
It’s quite a hard gig standing your ground these days.If you don’t play the game you get called antisocial or the fun police or a killjoy.Small price to pay for being interesting…😘
at least you are content to be yourself I go to lengths just to get away from self part of me drives me crazy 💕I think I might be split personality I can hear internal voices that drive me mad sometimes….
You can’t and won’t outrun your shadow.Best you just make friends with it.😘