I miss being bored, with nothing to do, but stare out the window.

I miss looking at the ceiling as a child, with my head on a pillow.

I miss laying on the grass, and playing with leaves. Making little grass green dolls with grass green shoes.

I miss how simple my boredom was, how creatively exploded in dull bore days.

Now I sit around, with headphones in my ears. Sound always buzzing, no silence anymore.

I miss how boredom rattled in my head when I was young, how I simply stopped, and watched.

The world go by.