“You've thought through 19 endings to a conversation that hasn’t started yet.”
Your brain is a conspiracy theorist and the main suspect. You can’t stop running mental simulations. And somehow you still miss the plot.
Your third eye’s spinning like a Windows loading icon. Grounding cord: disconnected. Mental realm: overcrowded.
You’ll never think your way into peace, but you can dance or knit your way there. Quiet is available once trust returns.
