Bored.

Boredom seeps from my pores.
It oozes ought from my thoughts.
It radiates from my actions.
My mind loses itself as it seeks to find itself.

From the ooze that has crept out from my mind
I see a dragon burst forth, blazing across my room.
Scales ripple as it flies around the room.
I duck as a burst of fire flies free from it's mouth.

It crashes headfirst into the wall,
soundlessly melding into the jungle vines.
Apes and chimpanzees swing through the canopies,
and screech wildly as they fall into of my computer.

They pixelate and disappear as the become nothing more than numbers.
Electrons shiver through wires, zipping through the nothingness.
They fire out and gather together, forming an image.
I find myself and look at Kcrews blog.

So I am going to write on here once in awhile. People know who I am, and people say I am a good writer. I am not going to bash people or try to win sympathy, but I will just record how I am feeling. It might be in the form of free form poem, or maybe I will make one rhyme. I might just write a story. I don't know. I am pretty easy going.