Forgotten Sentiments

For days, I've been fidgeting senselessly in front of my pc. Random thoughts apparently colliding with each other the more i attempt to scratch a coherent parcel of it.

Give or take it was a couple of months from my last rambling episode. I loved the title, though someone might come along and ruin the entire piece by saying that the name has already been taken by [insert great writer that i couldn't possibly measure up to, here] and that the work is merely a mirror of my own ambiguity.

A reflection of a scatterbrain.

It is.

And i don't really mind. I have too little time to linger on anything trivial.

YET. I tend to linger on many things irrelevant, or so they say.

How do you quantify irrelevant by the way?

Is this post irrelevant for reasons that its 2 am in the morning and i should be getting sleep instead of jumping timelines again?

Or perhaps, Losing another hour and giving it to the sand man? Giving in to the yanks of your appetite?

Or for spending too much time smiling and wallowing over a book, an epic that is on its own an impossibility and being spoiled by its happy ending? Would it be a better option if i opted for a book that had its own resume printed at the back of the cover?With notations I've never heard of?

Or maybe contemplating on ideas or things that you are aware of at the back of your head would never be answered to the extent that you solemnly prayed for?That you already have the answer , but maybe, just maybe, you still seek something more than what logic can offer? Would that be the same as being stubborn?

How does an activity qualify for "time well spent"?

Life's too short to determine which one is actually worth doing. Its a poor excuse to leave things that are of importance at bay and at the same time, it is also a lame reason to put off the ideas brought about by impulse. As hasty as they are formed, they dissolve as quick.

Much similar to thoughts like these.
Gone, forgotten, stashed in a huge, disarray at the back of your head.
All the schemes of grandeur you wished to keep you revved up.
Those you wished kept locked, resurface longer than the ones you wished were retained.

Either way, i am procrastinating and despising the idea of being sucked in by a puddle of mediocrity.

Its a nice scene to be in.

Until you realize you're wasting your time just thinking about it.

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The dust settles at dawn, when movement ceases. Then i see. Then you will..

--amuLet