Sloth

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Photo Credit: Murderess-of-Shalott

They call it a vacation.

I call it a hiatus

From the fake,

The miserable,

The unbearable moments

That chip away your sanity

With each tick,

Each tock of a clock.

 

They call it time off.

I call it a break

From the sick,

The mundane,

The “did that just happen” seconds

That interrupt your thoughts

With intensity,

With fury and violence.

 

They call it a sabbatical.

I call it intermission

From the world,

The reality,

The everyday struggle of making decisions,

With responsibility,

And choices of the deadly variety.

 

They call it a sin.

I call it peace.

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