Manic Monday Brain

It's Manic Monday again my mighty minions. Time to free write on the word "brain."

Brain drain. No sleep. I weep to think of...any thing and wing it when asked, "How are you?" My frame of mind is hanging by a broken nail as I fail to find the kind of clarity I usually take for granted. Granted, this is not my first time losing time to ghost-abused sheets. The souls of my feet, tired from walking through clouded consciousness. I return to bed with my broken head. And as I wander through a waking dream a scream paints my toenails red, staining the bed that's banging at my brain.



Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
http://www.jocelynmodo.com/