[adhd. we meet again. and yet, my own transgression is what my head resonates for its cause. and not of the external sorts.]
"'Cause there's something that I get for myself..."
all-throughout 'teenagehood' (of which i have 12 months left, sigh), your own concept of mental situations plays tricks in your heart with an ebb and flow ratio. the little day-to-day problems that your mind will not allow to be remembered come your twenty-fives shall become paramount, throwing your cares away so there'll be nothing left for big things: our questions of existence, concepts of value, definitions of justice, terrors of the world, a good warm slice of pizza... those kinds of things.
you somehow get stuck inside that 'labyrinth'. it's like, the harder you think, the harder it shuts out the relevance; the closer you are looking, the more you are missing.
I think,
[too much. too critically, too hypocritically, too cyclically, too many 'too's. i for many times get lost in thought, that just when i think i've found that crumpled paper piece, i realize it's written in invisible ink...]
that it's important to not let yourself get trapped inside your own mind.
[so screw adhd.]
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