Guilt, remorse, frustration, and anger. This are the some of the best friend of my dearest friend procrastination. Scummed and broken to its presence, time is surreal and far away friend. A call for help, left A beep on the map. But SOS today is out of service, the red flare is visible only to the elitist, they look to it and tweet about my rescue, but no one makes any action plan. As I go down deep and under, some one flash the camera for a selfie or a hash tag post, only to be again be left to myself after the click.