For the past few days, I’ve had too much cigarettes, and not enough sleep. My dried eyes protest against the sun, yet all I can do is squint into a narrower vision of about f/22. And with every opportunity, I slip out a stick and my lighter and let the dried tobacco be my stopwatch for roughly ten minutes. Squint, hit, breathe.
For the past few hours, I’ve had too much food, and not enough exercise. My muffin top belly crying in desperation for a workout, yet all I can do is daydream about situps of about 5 reps. And with every opportunity, I grab a spoon and shove food down my mouth for further processing. Bite, chew, swallow.
For the past few minutes, I’ve had too much enlightenment, and not enough braincells. My brain spilling out idea after idea after idea, yet all I can do is photoshop my way into a creative overflow often resulting to trash. And with every opportunity, I grab the mouse and click away making brush strokes similar to that of Dali. Click, drag, delete.
And for the past few seconds, I’ve had too much of the moment, and not enough time. Tick, tock, tick.