Mistress of Boredom

"... and I've really spent my life throughout the passageways of a castle as antique as Warwick, as exotic as Taj Mahal, and as baroque as Sans Souci. I possess everything I desire, including the love of a knight whose face I haven't seen: he's still looking for me... because I'm an Inconceivable Desire, I'm the Mistress of Boredom. Never before had I showed myself to the outer world, but this mysterious knight follows my light steps wherever I go. I need to see the light of the sky out there, strive for freedom, but I just find myself encaged in the palace, with no other company but him. It's close to complete and eternal solitude, but at least it gives me the strength to continue stepping over my and his steps. This nonsensical search party will never end, it will transcend into infinity... but when time stops counting, space is meaningless, and being, nothing more than an illusion, he will find me and we will be together forever..."

Written in 1998. Recently found in a notebook from eighth grade.


I never thought a character I had created solely for poetical purposes would take over my own body. The Mistress of Boredom was just a name I had adopted when I was 14... or was it? Maybe boredom was already growing like a fetus within my brain by the time I created her. However, writing pseudo-prophetical poetry gives me the creeps... but it's sort of liberating to find myself within my own creation. It's as if I had finally learned who I'm supposed to be in terms of writing.

I think I'm ready to keep on walking within a path I never chose to leave.