The mundane

the permanent state of boredom
is causing an apathy towards life.

Before arriving here,
I had such a passion
towards the everyday.
The person.

Grass wasn’t just grass,
grass became a wondrous spectrum
of intricate dewy blades.
Each of great importance,
which so often gets unsaid.

The ability to,
do things of my choosing
my love for
the mundane
lessen these walking blues.

I eagerly wait.
Wait for something
that is not translatable to words.

Wait for another curse.
It’s better to be unlucky,
than luckless.

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