I’m content in my own boredom
A boredom that combats madness
All insanity
– unpredictable moments from the past
Such traumatic events that stabs and stabs many thorns that bleed internally within my soul
my mind
and my nightmares
An enormous degree of boredom emits peace
– a perspective that being in a chapter of pauses doesn’t mean that it’ll stay this way forever… seeds are being planted behind the scenes, and flowers need to go through dirt before they flourish towards the sun
It may rain, but the beauty still prevails
Cookies, Coffee & Poetry 