How does it feel when you are asked, "what do you do?"
'I do nothing'
For I actually do nothing, when you think I am sitting here alone or walking the garden by myself with a book in my hand, actually reading it. Well to be fair, that is when I do nothing for I think about the idea of reading that moment but I do nothing.
I grab a piece of paper and a pen to write something out of empty spaces in my mind but then I find myself doing nothing.
Why do I do nothing? I ask myself and I write "nothing" on the paper. For I am so fond of doing nothing as that makes everyone around so proud of themselves for being right about me that 'I do nothing'.
