Leon found the human routine rather boring – but how could he say anything about its trivialities when his work was so deeply rooted in routine? Work, work…work. Really, how was he any different from the average goldfish? At least they ate and slept because inherently, their nature motivated them to not only survive but live. Suddenly, Leon felt bland – unpleasantly, and unusually, bland.
Nicole
I don’t have the soul of a poet,
but I guess I can try
(Just don’t expect a Picasso or anything)
Bland. That’s what she thought when she thought about how her ex husband made love to her.
There was never excitement, no passion, no heat, no NOTHING.
And he wondered not only why she divorced him, but why was he STILL ALONE!!!
b-land: a land occupied by b-boys (hehe i kid)
Foods that taste like cardboard (that’s bran flakes to my seven year old self)
Leon found the human routine rather boring – but how could he say anything about its trivialities when his work was so deeply rooted in routine? Work, work…work. Really, how was he any different from the average goldfish? At least they ate and slept because inherently, their nature motivated them to not only survive but live. Suddenly, Leon felt bland – unpleasantly, and unusually, bland.
I don’t have the soul of a poet,
but I guess I can try
(Just don’t expect a Picasso or anything)
ashes like
leaves
fluttering aimlessly
transfixed on ideals
unreal
and feel
helplessly
hopeless