What I Hate About Boredom...

What I hate about boredom is that it fancies a lot to bring your sanity at the brink. Sure thing, there are a million and one ways to remedy it, but the playful universe once in a while purposely brushed one’s emotion to remind you of your imperfections. I know this shall pass. It’s gonna be okay, but at the juncture no books, no booze, and no band can save me. It is exhausting to keep on running away only to find yourself at the very same spot you are supposed to escape…