A piece of my brain fell out today.
I dropped it on the floor.
And I kept on walking towards the door,
without knowing, where exactly
I was going.
A piece of my brain fell out yesterday,
and in a sort of peculiar way,
it made me think that I will stay,
yes I will stay just for today.
And the piece of my brain the fell away,
well now, that’s okay.
All which I abhor.
I left those pieces behind me.
I left them on the floor.
I thought the image of “losing your brain” was interesting when thinking about letting things (like certain thoughts or people) go.