I am not as lazy as I think I am.

I haven’t written in a while.
Didn’t feel like it. Didn’t want to.
Or maybe that was writer’s block.

To be fair,
I haven’t done much of anything at all.
Didn’t feel like it. Didn’t want to.
Or maybe.

I sat, and I sat.
Repeating mantra,
waiting for it to repeat itself.

When I finally started to listen
(Man, I can be stubborn sometimes!)
My body just really wanted me to know,
to know how tired I am, have been,
will be.

And so, I rest.

I sit, and I sit.
Repeating nothing.
Or maybe.