Inactivity is Death

After wallowing in my own boredom for too long i later resent not filling my time with things that i didn't want to particularly do at the time, but would have relished in having completed later, or now. I woke up at 11am (first lay in in too long), had a glorious day pre-amble of slowly-devoured cereal and the World news in typeface-form and enjoyed watching my dog fall into the hedge and try to dig through the patio.

I think just knowing you exist is the distinguishing of your desires and attaining them. In order to fully exist we not only have to give but to take, and to want to provide a part and be a part of our own microcosm that in continuum creates a utopia of microcosms that interweave and give us something to laugh, cry and reminisce over. I'm always wanting,desiring,attaining,falling. Destroying.

It's day 4 post-college finish and i'm procrastinating already, its 5.07pm and i haven't so much as thought of Marvell today, the poor bastard, for all his intellect and wit that i'm supposed to explore and eulogise (i made this word up, it sounds good though) i would rather eat my way through a packet of custard-creams that i'd later repent repent repent than study his work for the billionth time; which(the latter) in turn would deem me less full of angst over the given poetry and prose exam. However custard creams in their multitude can have this same mind-numbing effect.

Although summer is here i feel the need for chuck's, horn-rimmed glasses and my assortment of coloured sweater vests. Saying that the sun has just disappeared, which is either a sign for this to commense or a warning that sunshine zeitgeist is too gonna disappear behind the clouds.