boredom

So sick of sitting in hot and cold rooms writing myself into corners,

i want to climb mountains and smoke waterfalls.

I want to break out of the prison and eat the wilderness.

Swim out until a rip tide takes me someplace else,

wash up in France and feign complete memory loss.

Set myself in burning motion,

run until there is no cartilage in my knees,

crawl until my nails rip from my fingers,

find myself at the peak of nothing and throw myself away.