Some days, many days, I am bewildered by my brain.
.
I ought to be exultant, ought to about burst with light.
.
My brain feels quiet and small and I don’t know why.
Some days, many days, I am bewildered by my brain.
.
I ought to be exultant, ought to about burst with light.
.
My brain feels quiet and small and I don’t know why.
