slimy gnome

there is this sticky little gnome, his name is procrastination.

he comes by around once in a while, all too often, and just takes off with the time we all thought we had.

we had all the time in the world till he came. and he doesn't play fair. he returns for more, but never returns what he took.

he takes our time, and hide it in various places. like the little blue(and now, all too cluttered) book of faces. or a tube which claims to be about you. sometimes he just places it in the dark forest of blank daze, where upon entry one loses all sense of time.

go away you slimy gnome. stop stealing my time!