It is hallow here

Mind me.
A fellow who is bored.
No one to compete.
No one to share dialogues.
No one to share my heart.
A thinker surrounded by non-thinkers.
A seeker dimmed by sleepers.
A spirit that wants to roar,
but is silent by his own mind.
Passively waiting for an answer,
that won’t come on it’s own accord.
Let me bury myself under my duvet,
or begin a journey into the forest.
Am I to take one step,
away from what I have?

*inspired by my frustrated boring summer*