Who Cares about the Time

not my photo…

Translated…

I was just thinking to myself, should I change the water in the vase on the TV shelves?  I hadn’t done that in a couple of days.

Then, I’d, picked up the remote, thought to myself, “so many buttons, and, most of them, I don’t ever use at all, then, I got reminded of how some bigshot spoke something on this effect too.

I did not, turn on the TV, during this hour, I’m not supposed to do anything, including watching TV.

During this hour, I’d decided, not to flip on the cell phone, to not flip on the television, no computer, just, sitting, on the couch, detached, from the outside world.

I’d, thought about, how to, pass this hour, what, can I, think about, should I just, contemplate on, how to, pass this hour in time, endlessly?

Naturally, I did not, do that, endlessly.  I glanced over at the television that’s turned off, saw the post-it notes stuck, onto the walls.

still not my photo here…

I found a strand of hair on the couch, belonging, to a girl, a very, very long strand of hair, I’d, wrapped it around my finger several times, then, I was, reminded of this girl.  I watched the clock, it had: 23:17.

And, only seventeen minutes, had passed so far.

How, do I get pass the time?

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Most of the time, I really, never, bothered, with time at all.

Just like tonight, I’d sat, in front of the computer, until three, or four in the morn, then, I’ll, go and lie down in my room.

Time, is money, time, is life.

And the reason why I’m poor is probably because, I really don’t care, much for time at all.

So, this, is someone, with nothing productive to do, he just, sat, and stared at the wall, and, when he got bored, he’d still, sat, and continued to, stare at the wall, and, he probably hoped, for some enlightenment from this experience, of doing nothing at all, before bedtime………