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Structured procrastination past midnight

Posted on May 24, 2015 By adcitlali

Amelia feels stressed and distressed
  Too tired for productivity
  Too late for adventure
  Too busy for love
  Too early for bed

She looks at the pile of laundry
          –reminds her of one hundred unanswered emails
  Oh,  sweet procrastination!
Amelia runs the dishwasher and sweeps the floor
while adding items to a mental list
    Amelia remembers the big day with a personal deadline
Unclaimed thoughts disrupt her prioritisation attempt
tasks  deadlines  duties  hobbies  meetings  love  notes  reports  reviews  jazz  hopes  reminders  clocks
tik                          tok                     tik                tok           tik         tok      tiK   tIK TIK!

Amelia’s heart is up-tempo
          –her knees flutter like humming-bird wings
   She lies down       –right there    right then
Desperately
            Amelia scrolls her options
  No time for therapy
  No reason to cry
  No energy to laugh
  No mood for exercise
  No peace for yoga
  No!  NO!

Amelia takes control!

She closes her eyes
takes  three  deep  breaths
                one                     two                     three
paces    her    heartbeat
relaxes  her  imagination

Sparkling butterflies spread a breeze of perfume
      [ Colorlight ]
Amelia’s face golden-glows under a blissful sun
      [ Ocean waves ]
He hugs her tenderly while kissing her lips

It’s ecstasy day at 2am and she dreams stories I want to live

Amelia floats on the liquid of love and calmness
She bathes in daydreams and forgives
       invents a story weaving strands of reality and dreams
Amelia experiences passion and an ethereal eternity

Reality will come back
Amelia will meet the deadline
          –with a pleasant smile and a fuelled heart
Laundry will be done and emails answered

Amelia rests in the fiction of imaginary realism
Chaos relaxes into ordered fractals

What’s the point of procrastination if love finds you tired?


_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-V-MMXV

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Comments (12)

  1. Mary says:
    May 25, 2015 at 2:51 am

    This is quite a tale. I enjoyed the pace, the details. the ‘floating on the liquid of love and calmness.’ A very rich write.

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      May 25, 2015 at 7:49 pm

      Thank you, Mary. I am so happy to read that you enjoyed the pace. It is not always easy to write it with only words and spaces… 🙂

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  2. Gabriella says:
    May 25, 2015 at 2:52 am

    Amelia has a busy mind at 2 am. I like how the accumulation of information and details make her so real, maybe because she shares some traits with her and can recognize the procrastination we so often try to avoid.

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      May 25, 2015 at 7:47 pm

      Amelia was really busy (mind-busy) last night, but I bet she feels much better today!

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  3. katiemiafrederick says:
    May 25, 2015 at 5:52 am

    So nice to let all that go.. but as far as I am concerned now..
    pre-retirement life that I always relish before
    is really a bitter pickle
    compared to that imaginary
    place
    come alive..
    in gaining new tires
    re
    tired..:)

    Honestly I forget all about
    what it feels like to be five years
    old until I become five years
    old again.. before the fast
    track to all of
    cultural
    illusions does
    come then..:)

    Anyway.. i visit the river
    of 5 years old where i live
    today.. in the same
    patch of dirt that is
    long since torn down
    home.. then…

    And yes.. truly
    i
    am
    5
    again..:)

    And now I’m big
    enough to do
    whatever hell
    I want..
    on top
    of
    that..;)

    With not even a bully
    to
    come
    in Kindergarten
    abuse..;)

    And thanks.. Adrianna.. you just
    provide the inspiration
    for my own form
    of Memorial day
    post..
    ending back
    home
    FREE
    AGAIN..:)

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      May 25, 2015 at 7:44 pm

      I am so pleased to have inspired those beautiful words, those thoughts of freedom… that ephemeral reality that allows one to enjoy memories and reshape them with new light.
      🙂

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      1. katiemiafrederick says:
        May 25, 2015 at 7:59 pm

        Well.. that’s super cool.. as that response you do..
        here.. is equally beautiful and inspiring!..:)
        Humans are great
        when they work
        together!
        Have a
        great
        now!

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  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    May 25, 2015 at 12:48 pm

    oh that buildup until 2am.. how can procrastination be so stressful?. Love your little scientific touch with chaos into ordered fractals.. (but i guess it’s almost a joke between physicists)..

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      May 25, 2015 at 7:46 pm

      Thanks, Björn.
      Allow me to quote Einstein: “As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain, and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality.”

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      1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
        May 25, 2015 at 7:47 pm

        Ha.. sounds like any math that try to describe complexity.

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  5. Victoria C. Slotto says:
    May 25, 2015 at 9:21 pm

    Amelia is my alter-ego….so how I feel at times. I love the form you devleoped here, Adriana

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      June 8, 2015 at 7:22 pm

      I’m sure Amelia appreciates been your alter ego. 😉 I know I do.

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