Bored

I am kind a bored, lately.

I bored with all of my problems.
I bored about my room.
I bored about my roomatte.
I bored about long time relationship that always hanging and never put up on the right place (maybe not the right time yet).
I bored about everything.

Thank God, I am not boring about You.
At least, I am not sick, yet.



The art of losing isn't hard to master
so many things seem filled with the intent 
to be lost that their lost is no disaster
Lose something everyday
accept the fluster of the lost door keys
the hour badly spent. 

I lost two cities, two rivers and a continent
I missed them
but it wasn't a disaster
Even losing you, the joking voice, a gesture I loved
I shan't have lied
its evident the art of losing is not too hard to master
though it may look like (write it!) like disaster.

- In Her Shoes-