They call me,
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
Some, call me schizoid for short
Within this chaotic organization in my mind, there is purposeful rhythm.
A blending of what appears as disorganized chaos and fractal cognition.
The ability of the ADHD brain to produce a pattern out of chaotic thinking into a deterministic system Is not
understood by those who have not experienced its effects.
Slipping off into a web of thoughts
and ideas mixed with meditation.
My organized chaos recedes into passivity as my inner being travels
to unknown places, the ones that lie hidden, from those who remain asleep.
I am awakened to the deep inner workings of my physica body targeting dirty, spoiled, tainted cells
Eliminating them as I pass by.
Thoughts of control want to seep in
to take over
Trying to build a barrier, conscious thought slows my roll, then backs down allowing the subconscious to proceed through the space between the earthly realm and our home within the expanding matrix.
Healing , mending and creating a place where ADHD is utilized. pulling knowledge received from pinging trajectories throughout space-time a pong ball seemingly in chaos its direction predictably unpredictable,
has a defining pattern
To aim correctly my "ping will continue to " pong successively but point to which i make contact remains unstable.
Gleaning the beneficial, gathering knowledge, performing duties to ensure my future within the expanding universe.
I continue to soar, my mind reaching heights unknown immeasurable to contain in a vial of proof.
Feelings of tantra touch my parts sensitive nerve endings are charged
my scalp alive, my toes alive, with an eroticism human knowledge cannot describe.
It remains undefinable
Spiritually connected to the matrix, cells, organs rejuvenate as I allow the "touch" to transform me.
I am pulled down my energies expand renewed, though wearing me physically Sinking heaviness drawing me, a cord snaps me back gently into my physical I
I have absorbed immeasurable information
My health goows upon my skin
My eyes, their reflection looking deep into my soul with a knowledge I am unable to share
Like a storybook of agendas waiting to be fulfilled, my mind remains active
Within this matrix my escape, through meditation through cognitive fractal learning
My home outside of this vast planetary existence called earth
Written by Valeriya
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