Focus without edits clears one’s mind,

Impress me with your mind, #SOCS

wakes up in the morning, only to steal some time before the lack of control sets in. Disheveled hair, only taking time to use the bathroom, nothing serious or that would take long, for fear of losing time. Racing thoughts, it’s hard to focus on anything. A prisoner of hope. It’s a thief, really, sighs as thoughts are interrupted. An interruption means a lack of focus. Do you know how long it takes to regain focus? Pausing to catch breath, fear of release will mean less time of control, neglect of things wanted to do, lack of being so out of control, following another’s lead, guilt, pressure, feeling like a prisoner wanting to live, feeling like dying more each day. Where did time go? Years spent people pleasing, more wasted life, feeling sick, afraid to vomit, wanting to lose the weight that holds me down. Full of Dreams of not having enough time to get ready. Wuthering Heights slows my heart so low, no life felt, is this life or death? Scared of what is next… is there more to give away, dominion loss, freedom loss, is it worth the control/spiraling ups and downs, feeling calm when writing, mind focused, house quiet, time alone… peace? The whole world must stand still; it goes on through the process. Please stop just for a second. Responsibility is this done, are they fed, what about the cleaning, is that done? What will people think of the desire for isolation to get oneself together? Is there really a God? Please be real, I want you to have dominion over me, not people. You decide, God. Stream of consciousness- all thoughts are written down. Release… a sigh of relief. Sounds that are familiar. Some roll their eyes, while others bring smiles and hearts. The purpose reminds us of our purpose. Sound sleeps uninterrupted, birds chirping, distinct speeds, the humming of the fan, and obnoxious smells distract me, and I drift off to sleep. Dreams remind me of a lack. Is this true? Dreams are scary. What do they mean? My dream is fulfilling Lord, make me dream of those, instead of a hostage situation, will they come in-the shooters? Unloading thoughts like words out of my mind, they go somewhere for a little while. A freed woman, we pause for a bit. What if exercise were first? What if I am exhausted from exercise, no carefree, to sit for a bit to dwell, write freely, worry-free responsibilities still call, rest wanted, a cycle, a circle repeat. See what focus does? It welcomes where control breaks. This is what to do: get up early to focus; time won’t stand still. open up to people, you will see that we all lack, we all feel out of control, we all feel the same. Open yourself. Open your feelings; let them breathe, don’t hold back in fear. Let it go, release it all, you will see it open up. Don’t let them rush you. There is time to relax. Time to do and see how the mind opens up when things are released. Write often, release it; let it go, let it flow, don’t worry about mistakes. Take the journey, don’t let them decide your life. Let them wait. You are in control of life. You can do it; eat cake and ice cream, enjoy it! There are rules to follow, break them- no trouble, though follow some rules, see how this works, we are almost there, the finish line. Don’t let guilt slow you down. There is no magic number to reach, no cleaning or washing that erases. Perfection is not an option; it’s amazing what focus does for you will be able to do more. Isn’t that neat? Time to edit. What if you continued? What if you skipped the mistakes? But went on instead and fixed them later. Would that work out? It’s crazy. What if the best thing you did was full of edits? That’s why they have editors, erasers, but people make mistakes. Remember, those who want control are also lacking. They judge for their lack of control. They make mistakes, also house stinks, better control, why, why do you do that? The way you go is right this way for you. The way they go is right for them. 700 in 1 hour, how does one do that? Focus. That’s how. Go! Go! Go! where the wild things go to be free…The Procrastinators’ Weekly Writing Prompts: Wild – The Procrastinators – A Creative Writing Group