bored paths


Here I am lost in my own home . Don't know where I came from , don't know where I'm going. Seems to me that none of this should matter anymore. I'm really, really tired of this feeling..lonely and bored. So I will walk circles around my house wearing paths. I have my doubts I will find the spot where I can be free. It must be right around the cornern in the dining room ...possibly?

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I get bored and pace and mummble off sing song stuff