Neurospicy

They met in a waiting room. 

Both fidgeting. Both late.

Both searching for answers they didn’t know they were allowed to ask.

A diagnosis: 

Four letters — ADHD — quirky but heavy.

At first, a label. But actually, a map.

They walk together now, missing steps, losing time, but always finding and trying to help each other.

They move as a box of moments —

A neurospicy forgotten plan turned into acting magic. The world seems unfair - are we the disabled or is the world not able to hold space for creative souls like us?