ADHD

There’s always hope in a stern purpose

By Hyde Wunderli Published 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

Absent of true aim, my hope is but evanescence.

Within the short duration,

of my impulsive exasperation,

I unravel like a fraying rope, and soon forget my essence.

Deconstructing my ambient worth,

leads to fictitious ideation,

and disassociation.

Lacking tools of cognition, I can no longer hold its girth.

Harboring sensations are released into the ocean.

Uncensored ruminations,

Perceived as distorted implications.

With only hopes of being heard, reckless agitation sets in motion.

Diligent, however, I seek to find my youth.

For in my soul lies vibrant passion,

Only found in childlike aspiration.

Enthusiast of gothic romanticism and strong themes.

Here for the dopamine, the passion, and the challenge to push my comfort zone.

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