Xeon
03-26-09, 05:42 PM
I have important things I should be doing..... I try so hard to focus, I really do try my god damned hardest! The more I focus the sleepier I get, the sleepier I get the more irritable I get. My head hits the pillow, I have sweet dreams for several hours and I wake up... Another day has passed and the important things still aren't done, I attempt in vein to complete them again by splitting them into smaller parts.... The tiredness creeps in again and hours have passed. It's still not done, the great work I want to be done... too late it's slipped out of my reach, the chance and time have passed and the world has left me behind. Cruel reality of being Inattentive ADD, you are nearly passing through time with nothing to show for it....the hours turn into days, the days turn into years, until eventually you are exactly where you where before.
But wait! A day of concentration in the form of some rare burst of energy... but where did it come from? Why for one day does my mind work for no obvious reason at all... Didn't drink any caffeine, abstained from stimulants...didn't eat anything out of the ordinary...same old crap. My mind taunts with me to give me a glimmer of hope that I may be functional, if only I met some unforeseen conditions.
Mind racing thousands of ideas per minute, too many to think of.... What if vampires and zombies combined to form blood drinking undead. I wonder why don't they put glass lights on the front of cars anymore...the plastic ones fog up because the plastic breaks down from the sunlight. Better yet why do I know random facts and tidbits yet fail to recall vital information?
I can't find a single song I can listen to for more then a minute, I keep flipping through my play list to find that one song that I havn't yet gotten sick of... should I get another song? Will it end the same as every other song...unable to fill the void.
Where am I? The blackness of my mind.....yet it is an artistic canvas known as my imagination... here I am free to do anything I want without restrictions of time or space. But wait? Is this real or is the real world real? I don't know anymore.... I want my imagination to be real yet I have a connection to the outside world that draws me back. The people in my life want me to stay, but I want to go back to my own little world.
Where I'm going only time will tell... until then this is my story.
But wait! A day of concentration in the form of some rare burst of energy... but where did it come from? Why for one day does my mind work for no obvious reason at all... Didn't drink any caffeine, abstained from stimulants...didn't eat anything out of the ordinary...same old crap. My mind taunts with me to give me a glimmer of hope that I may be functional, if only I met some unforeseen conditions.
Mind racing thousands of ideas per minute, too many to think of.... What if vampires and zombies combined to form blood drinking undead. I wonder why don't they put glass lights on the front of cars anymore...the plastic ones fog up because the plastic breaks down from the sunlight. Better yet why do I know random facts and tidbits yet fail to recall vital information?
I can't find a single song I can listen to for more then a minute, I keep flipping through my play list to find that one song that I havn't yet gotten sick of... should I get another song? Will it end the same as every other song...unable to fill the void.
Where am I? The blackness of my mind.....yet it is an artistic canvas known as my imagination... here I am free to do anything I want without restrictions of time or space. But wait? Is this real or is the real world real? I don't know anymore.... I want my imagination to be real yet I have a connection to the outside world that draws me back. The people in my life want me to stay, but I want to go back to my own little world.
Where I'm going only time will tell... until then this is my story.