Procrastination is one of my specialties. I am very good at it. It is something I do often. Day after day, I try to fight it, but it always comes back to me.
Plans and lists fall by the wayside. I lose days and hours, every intention falls leisurely from my mind. My eyes are fixated on a small screen, I scroll my life away on a keyboard, silently.
I am lost in a swirling vortex of bliss and despair. I can’t find my way home. “I guess I won’t write poetry, I’ll just stare at my phone for f*cking eternity.”