Ohhhhhhhhhhh—
Wait.
What?
I opened the fridge
and forgot what I wanted.
Scrolled for three hours,
still feel haunted.
Why did I walk in this room again?
No clue.
But I found my old notebook!
so that's something new.
Alarms go off
and I hit snooze five.
Time isn’t real,
I just vibe to survive.
Deadlines approach
like a freight train scream,
but my brain says,
"Now’s the time to daydream."
Hyperfocus hits
like a caffeinated slap,
suddenly I’m an expert
in mushroom maps.
But ask me to fold
a single shirt—
and I stare into space
as my neurons flirt.
I write to-do lists
on Post-its and skin,
then lose them all
like it’s some sort of sin.
I cry when I clean
(‘cause it’s such a big feat),
then throw a parade
when I to eat.
But still,
I laugh in the mess,
dance through the static,
live loud,
love weird,
and cry dramatic.
This brain’s a storm,
and sometimes a maze,
but somehow I shine
through the scatterbrain haze.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh—
wait.
Where was I?
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