Ennui and Me

Ennui and Me

Seconds drip by slowly, empty, silently despite the noise. The noise is merely a dim light, it goes on and on, waiting for something. For the ending of a link perhaps, until the chain is gone.

Second by second.

Who knew minutes were so long. Hours epochs, days eras and weeks, perhaps eternities.

Boredom seems abysmal but all too often it’s the best there’ll ever be.

Kind of sad.

At least I think so.

© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2016; all rights reserved

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