Amorphous Brain Farts

Find myself writing in unstructured sentences. Words are thrown onto the page in any odd way. No real configuration. They are just there. Mindless farts of unformatted insight. Filling up the void. Memories. Thoughts. Words. Constants. Vowels. Sounds. All Higgledy Piggedly. An ode to the sheer laziness that I feel, having no real desire to do anything else but sit, twiddling thumbs. Watching the seconds tick by. Allowing the day to extend, lengthen before me. Each second savoured, not gobbled up by chores that forces moments to vanish in a blink of an eye. Un noticed. Devoured before one can fully appreciate them. Never stopping to sniff at the flowers, aromas, soft and light. Little speckles of conscious structure. And then retuning full circle back to the amorphous brain farts.