But my brain winds and wends. Back and forth. Up and down. It feels like the county fair has inhabited my mind– complete with sketchy rides, carnies, and sugar-amped kids crying over lost balloons. So loud and disorienting. I want it to pack up and move on to the next town. I want my mind to be an open grassy field again with crickets and dandelions.
But my brain winds and wends. Back and forth. Up and down. It feels like the county fair has inhabited my mind– complete with sketchy rides, carnies, and sugar-amped kids crying over lost balloons. So loud and disorienting. I want it to pack up and move on to the next town. I want my mind to be an open grassy field again with crickets and dandelions.
