Things have been pretty hectic lately. However rich that may sound coming from a day sleeper, engaged in truancy and constant absences of mind.. truth be said I did not lie. Indeed, much has happened, but I refused to participate. I have been watching and both scorning and marveling at people’s daily activities instead. And let me say something out loud: I still can’t get enough of this.
From where I sit, you can only spot things while you're on the spot yourself (bad pun, but still..). Of course, it’s not exactly why I only move when it's absolutely necessary. Some would call it laziness and, frankly speaking, I can’t think of a better word myself. But still, I like to think that my motionlessness stems from the desire to stop the time by sitting idly by and ignoring it.
As if it were to work..
So here I am, still in my night garb, and the only activity I am able to pursue is give the keyboard a hard time. And my only wish is that somebody would see me now: hunger handicapped by laziness, eyes quarter open, body confined to bed, mind zeroing-in on the door, yet easily persuaded to stay swathed and sluggish by the oh-forget-it part of my simple little self.
And to think that, every morning, people get up and rush to work. I just wish they all got motion sick.
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