Inside My Deficits By Candace Kenton I’m ambivalent between what I’ve always known and what I hope for. To and fro, my thoughts seem to come and go. Meticulously critiquing any given situation, but missing everything entirely, is my impatient, mental undulation.
Have to keep my mind from getting bored, too
broke to pay attention; losing time is something I cannot afford. cus, concentrate, and listen…..
Fo-
I heard what you said, but missed your
point, other things momentarily popped in my head.
I’m lagging
behind, while foggy, dancing particles of misty words enter through my ears, but absently, miss my easily distracted mind. Fragmented images are all that remain from our conversation moments ago…..
What was
the last thing you said? I’ve missed it, please forgive, and have a little patience with me, this is no act; I’m not a part of ‘The Ringling’s,’ so no need for a show.
“It’s common with all people,” was a psychologist’s edu-
cated point of view, followed by, “but more so, with someone who’s like you.” How can I explain a condition you cannot see? When ideas explained chronologically, become jumbled, and begin making no sense to me.
In
my lucid night visions, I’ve flown a million miles away, only to wake to my realistic daydream called, attention deficits, each and every day.
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