Somewhere along the way a blue wire crossed a red wire and my brain leaked purple, engulfing me in a haze of anxiety and strife. I like who I am; I like my brain the way it's wired. But I ponder of normality and how people can breathe easily when they are home alone, or how knots do not grow in their stomachs when their eyes lock with a strangers'. I wish someone could rewire my brain because then maybe the pit in stomach would be filled and I would sleep instead of staring at the cracks on my ceiling.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Somewhere along the way a blue wire crossed a red wire and my brain leaked purple, engulfing me in a haze of anxiety and strife. I like who I am; I like my brain the way it's wired. But I ponder of normality and how people can breathe easily when they are home alone, or how knots do not grow in their stomachs when their eyes lock with a strangers'. I wish someone could rewire my brain because then maybe the pit in stomach would be filled and I would sleep instead of staring at the cracks on my ceiling.
