The life I never lived

Sloth.

My life was a mess I never acknowledged

I never did things

I never got my hands moving

I laid silently everywhere

Hating the mess I create with my bare hands

But leaving it alone, untouched

The purpose I craved,

Long dead

The desire I wanted

Pushed to the far distance

Anything to avoid

To neglect

Not only things, but people

I awaited tomorrow not because I loved it, but because I wanted the night to arrive

As purpose only comes out in the daylight

I became ignorant on purpose

I felt lifting a finger was wrong

That it would take me out of my comfort zone

I convinced myself to be behind the shield of nothingness

I convinced myself that tomorrow would be better

That I would give into my lost passion

Anything to turn my mind away from the veil of laziness

But it was all a lie

Sloth wrapped in comfort

Whispering in my ear that I’m perfect doing nothing

I listened

Because I took comfort in the shadow of what was wrong