I want to leave

I need to leave. I need novelty in my life. This monotony chips away my wings and eats my creativity alive. Boredom has infested my brain, taking host of my being. My environment is a prison. Dreams of foreign places are only salt into the wound. I want to see new places, let them incite my nervous system and pump life into me. Every stranger will be my lover. I'll let everyone stain my soul. Their sorrow and stories shall find rest in me. I'll carry that weight with me; let it consume me, consume the boredom out of me. These parts of them will mold me. I'll blend their past and present with mine and write melodies. I'll give life to the dead. They will forever be alive through my creation. This is true freedom. The freedom of knowing and being known.