the procrastinator it s far too easy to hide behind abundant distractions and coyly whittle away at the hours with hollow preamble these days trade one uphill battle for another old injuries strain deep am i alone this is my black hole the procrastinator it s far too easy to hide behind abundant distractions and coyly whittle away at the hours with hollow preamble these days trade one uphill battle for another old injuries strain deep as my hunched shoulders and neck slightly askew peer forth awaiting just one word a solitary notification is someone there tongue to teeth feet curled beneath feet curled beneath a finely crafted adjustable chair time seemingly irrelevant i am lost to possibility equally terrified and delighted figure your life out am i alone this is my black hole