wait....

This big hairy monster sits on me. I'm unable to move. It looks down at me from its perch, from my belly that is. Its not even that big. maybe the size of a mouse? Maybe it seems big because its so close to my face. Like how butterflies seems like Mothras when they get up close to your optics. But it seems so heavy. And it carries a look. The look says, you will stay here. It says, you are helpless. It says, you cannot resist. It says, you are strengthless. I have a look that says, I'm hungry, i think i need to eat. Its eyes fill my universe. It says, you don't really need food. You can just lie here. It says, you're stuck. It says, Stay. With me.

I stay.

It has alot of names. It has all sizes and shapes. It is called, apathy. It is called, procrastination. It is called, inertia. It is sometimes called depression, but everybody knows thats a totally different monster altogether. They just happen to be mistaken from time to time. It was here the very moment Man had things to do, errands to run, projects to finish. It is, old as sin. It IS one of the original sins. It is sloth. Not the three or two toed ones, not those that live exclusively on the trees, lives a saintly vegetarian life, comes down to the ground to poop only once in a few months, no. It is Sloth.

And it sits on me, with all its weight that is comfortably numb.

But something will come along and chase it away soon enough.

I think it's called panic.

Well, I'll just have to wait.

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