Focus. I know what focus is. And I know what focus can do for an image, a mind, a life. And I have a doubt or two or a hundred that my life, my own personal playground, is not in focus. And I am not happy about that condition.

OK. My life is not in focus. What do I do about it? Do I expect change. Not likely without out focus. Back to the beginning. Reset. 

This must be quite a thrill to be reading this. Some guy is not in focus and he's writing. And when will it end...

Focus. I used to have focus. Turn the dial and wait for the image to clear. And then move onto the next square. Regroup. Refocus and move. Repeat until the end of the story. 

Focus. Move. Live. 

The Winter of my Content

It's winter. And my life rolls along. Rolls, rolls, rolls. 
Along.
Alone more than along.
Is it? 
Rolling?
Along?
Alone?
Rolling along alone?
It's winter. And my life rolls. Along. Alone, alone, alone.
Rolling. Rolls alone along the rolls of my life.
All. One. 
My life.
It is Winter all along.
Alone. 
Rolling to Winter alone.
Roll along.
Merrily.
It is Winter.
It is Winter.
It is Winter.
All along.