all the lies. all the tiny little lies we tell ourselves.
convincing, isn't it?
I'm ok. I'm ok. I'm unaffected. I'm unaffected. unmoved. unshaken. unstirred.
even James Bond would lie.
we create Morris code with our eyes. blinking to determine affection, greed, lust, envy. all those sins. patterned and cavernous and simple.
convinced of peace. convinced of normalcy. all things settled and equal in your head.
there is no turmoil, no change. no begotten forsaken sediment except the lonely. little. lies.

I imagine boredom works much the same way as apathy. it's void of senses senselessness.
I imagine it all works the same way as it did yesterday.
as it will tomorrow.
as it is, with the only dedication today will get.