In recent light, mid morning crushes my will, daunts every impulsive day dream comes and goes as I sit watching naked asses swaying gently in native breezes guilt has become a prime motivator, guilty feelings of laziness and the yearning of a selfish day spent in pleasing my inner child, stepping only to the hallway never through the door, never leaving my security unless out of pure necessity pure desperation, for release how I love hiding in my apartment from all that happens in a world to full too really give a damn my world is filled with my interests my wants and fantasies it is my fantasies that really keep me up at night waiting to break into something new