Storming through the million and one thoughts that my brain seems to muster.
Makes no sense until I take a toke than the ticker tape slows and I can put my ducks in a row.
Strategy in my reality can only be understood by me.
Insanity has kept me sane, how I wish I could cool my brain.
As I get older the static gets bolder and emotions seem to smolder.
I can blame it on PMS or mid life crisis, but reality is the real me is emerging, and my prominent self jumps off the shelf.
I like this bold, outspoken woman, long gone are falsehoods and illusion.
As the Receptors in my brain take aim I can breath again.
Thank you Pyrosis this was fun. © 26 days ago, Maria
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