brown metal playground during golden hour

Holy A.D.D., Batman

It’s one of those manic times again where my brain is just this tumultuous flurry of thoughts racing through my head that I can’t seem to get to slow down long enough to focus on just ONE of them. It’s like one of those playground merry-go-rounds and the biggest kid on the playground is the one doing all the work and making the wheel go faster and you feel yourself slowly starting to slide off so you grab for the bars and hang on tight and suddenly children are being flung off and thrown to the ground screaming and squealing at the top of their lungs.

I could do so much more if I could just be the kid spinning the wheel and not the one getting tossed off.

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