#254 The urgency of now

In the halls of the great procrastination lives a dweller that wanders aimlessly as expected with no reason to be.

It never speaks to anyone.
It never listens to anyone.
It’s scared even of its shadow.

It’s called upon often yet its condition in the circumstances it inhabits make it impossible for it to be reached.

For the hall keeps shifting, its shape changing and on every instance that it could be found, a blip occurs, resetting all of its floors and doors to keep it unfound.

Thus all feels lost. An agony tainted by most to blame it all on what could be for the lost search that would never be.

And the dweller sighs at the attempts to seek it dies not happy or content but sadly unable to express the depth of its contempt.

For in the waking of dawn the dweller was known not as a singularity that can be honed but an ever expanding tale that made it so while it never was except a ghost.

In a hall imprisoning what can’t have a home, the dweller of now revealed itself and left not urgently nor expectedly, for neither can shape its will, no matter how much it is willed.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~

P.S. Who is the dweller? Comment away!
P.P.S. Struggling to start? I just wrote a piece on it. Read here!