Procrastination is standing at your 13th storey apartment at 1.30am, looking out at the road from the window - calm breeze, just stoned.
Procrastination is thinking about that one night in a foreign land, a mexican standoff happening right now, in the mind, battle between ‘happenstance’ and ‘fidelity’, ‘fleeting’ versus ‘stability’ - not realizing that it should be time for bed.
“It was an amazing feeling from another man, but I can’t let my love down… I can’t say a word to him.”
Then again, it’s not like I would be missed and be wanted again. It was just one fucking night, just another girl in his bed. (Come on, don’t deny the Greed for love manifesting) They say choose the one who loves you. Adieu to yet another fleeting moment.
Put it down girl, put it down…all good things comes to an end
