Just sitting there, looking straight ahead of me. At what, to that I have no clue, the wall, the mirror those pictures? I'm listening, to the silence as my heart beats in my ears. Of course time keeps moving, but I'm just sitting here, constant. Nothings changed, except its now dark outside, I swear the sun was still out like 3 seconds ago. Everything now-a-days is a bore. Life's simply a bore. Or maybe I'm the boring one, after all I'm still sitting here. I've ran out of thoughts, I lost motivation, because this life is a bore. And yet again Im still just sitting there.
