Procrastination refuses to let me go.
He tempts me, distracts me with sights, sounds, thoughts, taste.
He detracts and not add value to me, why do I still keep him around?
Because like poufy fluffy cotton candy, he feels good at the moment. Gooey sweetness melting in my mouth, and for that time it’s just me and the sweet nothingness.
Then minutes pass and the last morsels begin to sicken me. The sweetness departs leaving behind nothing but inertia. I gather my mass and chalk up some momentum, and all is well till the next passing candy cloud comes.