brains are weird,
little mysteries
all filled with
countless, unique
stories,
thoughts,
and memories
jiggly,
squiggly blobs
filled
with everything
we’ll ever
and
never
be able to know
like a jellyfish
filled with random
philosophies,
daydreams,
scary things,
memories,
ideas and plans
and other stuff
that is frightening
gelatinous lil
chubby
blubs
of thought
driving every function,
every aspect of our lives
telling us
when to blink
what to want
how to breathe
i just wish
this stupid
thing in my skull
would shut up
sometimes
and
just
not
think
i referred to my therapist earlier as a “memory archaeologist” as he helps me to uncover the fossils buried deep within myself.