I.
Some may call it an excuse.
I believe it’s a gift.
Thoughts have no end,
A story pours out
About coincidentally
Finding a penny
With his birth year
To how he has the same
Birthday
As Mariah Carey
To End with a passionate debate on
Who is better?
Mariah or Ariana.
With my original question being,
“Where are you?”

Not a mental disorder but,
A diverse perspective of the world.

He Illustrated


II.
“ADHD is like
I’m watching TV when
I remember I was going to make a hot pocket
So I put my hot pocket in the microwave
Go back to watch TV when
I get a message asking me about my day.
Beep
Oh my hot pocket!
Shoot, I have to do laundry.
Okay But I have to turn the TV off.
My day?
-It was all right, yours?
Dam it! Where’s the remote?
Aw, my hot pocket is cold now.
Forget it-”

For an eternity i've been hand in hand with this breath taking creature.
Love? Deeply
Confort? Indefinitely
Lust? To long for
Passion? From the start
In conclusion? Ended with a shattered heart
Forsaken &&Irrecoverable;
As time passes, Exploration for affection to consume the emptyness within takes place.
I begin to catch sight of this new presence that was once casual to me.
Relishing in one's physique.
Aspiring for one's embrace.
Conceptualizing internally, craving absoluteness over indulging in surreptitious entanglement with one that will never fathom.