And the movie's long over,
that's three that've passed, One more's fine.

An early arrival home today only signifies more slack time for the sloth in me. I guess within my indolent mind, procrastination never dies but will instead thrive on the legion of distractions surrounding me, feeding voraciously on the time that trickles away as I take joy in these unnecessary forms of leisure. And when I finally tame this disgusting beast and triumph in summoning my ass to plaster itself onto the chair, my eyelids become heavy, my brain wills my legs towards the bed and viola! I hit the sack in no time.
Then again, comfort never fails to remain transient.

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Yesterday, I ran.

After which I proceeded on to search. I looked intently, I sought hard with every breath, with each heartbeat, with all of myself. But my search eventually gave in to an unavailing attempt for as the seconds ticked by, realization that I wouldn't find what I was seeking hit me square in the face, leaving me to wonder if I had just been looking at nothing the whole time.

Then, I continued to run.


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Study hard, goodnight.

Will you stay awake for me?