Sometimes in the evening when I’m about to go to sleep I get bored. Being tired bores me incredibly. It’s dull, it’s annoying. I think it’s annoying, to be tired. I’m in my pajamas, lying in bed with my eyes closed coz my roof is boring. My walls are boring. My shelves, my cabinet. Everything is boring and my mind starts to wonder about shitty things, like what I will do tomorrow, what I will eat and when, and sometimes even ‘why’. Why would I wonder about the reasons for what food I decide to eat the next day to come?
I grab my phone and start to write down a story. Yes I write everything on my phone because when I try to write on my laptop, everything fades away, the masterpiece that was about to be born just slowly and hatefully drifts away in a very brutal manner. I hate that.
I close my eyes and rest my head on my thin pillow. Annoying windy-sound has been in my ears all day and I’m literally going crazy. I don’t deserve this shit! Why do I have a wind in my ears? Why can’t it just blow out, blow away? My ears are open. It’s not like I’m holding the air trapped inside my ears. No, by all means, go away wind, fly away, free as a bird.
Or not. You can just keep killing me slowly. But I can’t promise that I won’t kill someone else in the meantime.
My eyes were closed for a while until I got bored of the black emptiness behind my eyelids. When I opened my eyes again I felt really stupid. I’d forgotten how boring it was on the other side of my eyelids. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I grab my book and start to read. Even though I’m absolutely in no mood for reading, the words seem to mesmerise me. Then I read more and more and more and more…
Suddenly the room gets really bright and I realise that my book is too close to my face. I can’t see a single word, it’s all blurry. I take the book of my face, rub my eyes and what do you know. It’s a new day. And this day is going to be the best day of my life! Yeah!