Ennui

It's been long since I have been bored.

It's been long since emptiness has swooped down upon me.

The pleasure of lying spread-eagled on the floor like a starfish has evaded me for so long now.

For once,
I am sick of excitement and tired of speed.
So sick that the bile is rising in my throat.
Blur of life speeding by is dizzying me.

For once,
I am ready to fall in the unfathomable pit of mundanity.

For once,
I want to dismantle my brain from my skull and taste the vacuous numbness people often talk about.

And for once,
I want to freeze into stagnation of certainty.
I want to know what a luxury boredom is.