An essay on emptimess

Many Shades Of White

Nobody knows the nothing I have seen,

nobody knows my boredom.

Dreary days, when nothing changes, all the time washes up in your basement,

All the clouds drift, and all your thoughts slip,

into a slowly shifting maze,

And you start to categorize the apathy passing by,

until it flows away.

Because boredom comes in flavors, after a while you start to savor

all the different doldrums you can taste.

All the days they stick together, like wispy birds with paper feathers, drifting towards a milky way.

and my brain cells start sleeping, the dreariness keeps on keeping

all the words I never said, and never say.

there's too much gloomy light, and there's many shades of white,

and they all blend into another shade of gray.