each day wilts away in the throes of the busy and preoccupied. do we subconsciously populate the days with mundane chores and toxic routine to imperceptibly let things pass? it is a beguiling facade of spending time, yes.
i live vicariously for these cream puff days. seemingly fulfilling at a glance but once you bite in, its hollow on the inside. be it an erudite daftness, i have opted on wasting time rather than suspending it because... then what?
emptiness becomes unbearably palpable --
and,
sloth is a deadly sin.
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