Boredom is a fascination of the unspoken state of not doing anything. Its a recursive trace. But the problem is, I can’t talk of boredom, actually doing something. Like, posting this for example. So can I say I am not bored? Lol. I’m scared. That’s what I am. Scared of every moment of my life. Of the uncertainty. Of the unpredictability. For those who kept track of my blog, I once posted of all the certainty in my life. Now, what has happened to it? I want all the certainty back. I can’t live like this. Scared of what might happen the very next moment. Don’t scare me. I wouldn’t stand it. Please?
