talking about how bored i am

Boredom. It comes in many forms.

Boredom, its a trap. It makes you feel, like your sinking into an endless pit of quicksand. As you get deeper, you try to listen for the call, of hope. For this inevitable sinking feeling, to go away. As you feel it surround you, you suffocate in the endless sand.

Boredom, as it surrounds me, it feels like a small box. Even if i escape that box, theres still an unopenable cabinet. You might have to wait to get out. But as it seems, youll have to wait a long time.

But once you find something to do inside that box, you'll be freed, from this imagination. 

But, your imagination is the limit. Step out of it, and youll be in that mere box. Again. 

-gay guy named quacker