brain inside the brain

my brain has felt like a bubushka doll these last few months, only i cannot anticipate what i might find when i pop open the outer layer.  and rest assured, layers have been popping.  for instance, today, i found one brain empty, empty of sleep, empty of words, empty of perspective, just empty.  like a layer was missing.  yet i know that within that empty space somewhere there is another polished doll waiting to be popped.


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TheDoubleEqual is interested in Anais Nin, Smut and subtext, Queer literature, Intersections of oppression, Jewish communities, Memoir, Poetry, All art, Subways, and Violent spiritual awakenings. View all posts by thedoubleequal

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