Brains
Brains are strange. Whenever you think you have them under control, they take an about turn and it's like they truly do have a mind of their own. It's frightening. The smallest thing can set you off into a spiral, another ride on the same old helter-skelter, sending you round and round in circles, until you're dizzy from the spin. Earworms, to-do lists, so many flashing images that they should come with a health warning. Things that have happened, things that are going to happen, things that might and things that probably never will but are still a worry. Words that have been said, those that have gone unspoken and thoughts that want to get out but should be kept under lock and key. It all just buzzes around, overloading the system until it forces a zone-out to reboot and cool off. Good luck making any sense out of it all, by the way. Because there often is none. Or, if there is, it's barely comprehensible to yourself, let alone to put into words for anyone else. And t...