MY BRAIN DOG

I have a brain. But not just any brain — I have a brain dog. It doesn’t sit. It doesn’t stay. It runs. Fast. Far. Wild. It sniffs every thought ever thought. Dreams in 4D. Overthinks lunch plans like it's nuclear policy. Sometimes... it chases shadows. Dark ones. Horror-movie-type thoughts. So I lock it up.! “Time-out,” I say. “No more mind mazes today.” And there — in its little prison — my mind rests. For a bit. But oh... when it’s good? When it connects the stars, builds worlds from ‘what ifs’ — I give it biscuits. Freedom. Space. Credit. “Go on,” I say. “Think. Create. Be weird. Be wonderful.” My brain dog is not broken. It’s just untamed brilliance. And sometimes, brilliance needs both biscuits and boundaries.. I say, “Go. Be mad. Be magic.” It doesn’t always know balance. Sometimes it breaks the rules. Sometimes it breaks me. But it’s mine. My brain dog. And damn it… I love the chaos it brings