Days spent in idleness are the best of times
not a waste of time.
I can’t recall the last time I’ve spent a day
in complete idleness
with no nagging in my mind
total uninhibitedness
physically
emotionally
mentally
free to
spend hours pouring over books
till golden light seeps through the glass
grazing my pages
reminding me of time
“yes, that exists”
or sprawled out on my sheets
staring blankly at the ceiling
with no thoughts passing through my mind
“I wonder what that’s like?”
I have forgotten what it feels to be
idle
A word that shouldn’t have negative connotations
“Have I ever truly been idle?”
I guess not.
That’s unfortunate.
