Thots

There are times when my brain ceases to function.

I adore those times because that is when I am free.
And careless.
And independent.
And lost.
It gives me a feeling of pure relief and satisfaction.
I wonder why we can't, just sometimes, manually switch off our heads.
It is simply glorious.

Only the first and the last sentences of this blog are true.
Behold the Liar's paradox.

I hate the times when my brain ceases to function.