Why does nothing interest me
another book shut
a third of the way in
another episode I can’t finish
a political debate leaving the (supposedly)
undecided
in the exact same place
I am bored of you, world
I need more of you, world
Am I really speaking to myself in this?
I have been humbled and blessed to pass through
a few doorways of gods
and felt the heartbeat of Everything
all at once and sober
There was I and no I at the same time
Divine
I have been given so much
yet have so far to go
The tools at my feet and within in me aren’t working
I should be feeling something
An urgency
Anything
Inspire me, world!
Demanding
Dear God
inspire me
Begging
I am ashamed to ask
How can the Ocean itself not be enough
Is there something missing
or only that very thought which betrays me
or is the something that is missing
in me?
They say this cliche
Wherever you go, there you are
and I agree
But then
To whom do I speak
What mystery do I seek
how dare nothing interest me
ariaphoenix 