the unimaginable

What a creative write/picture you have here. I enjoyed reading. I love ladybugs in my garden but Not in brain. Have a blessed day writing away................

such surreal imagery - glad the ladybirds stay in my garden! hugs jan xx

Very clever Monoku, David. What crawls on that brain stem one never knows ! Glad it was only a ladybug. Sending blessings. X.

Dear david, This made me think deep, but the last line made me think of how fears and doubts fog my mind in dark circles when sometimes whoever im in a relationship sleeps early! Lol smh i know its weird. Many women have this issue. But fears are the main cause of all chaos, even in relationships and many other situations! I love your use of scientific terms. And the essence of the poem speaks about fears and how it works psychologically however I am not deep enough to grasp entirely what it says but ill take the sleep issue i had with guys haha lol take what resonates! Pleasure reading you today! Sending you light always

(I have ladybird facts now. I actually did a school project on ladybirds when I was 8 and knitted a ladybird and made one out of clay and painted it - the fact is about vibrations though... too late perhaps, but not if I keep it in this bracket, it's like I just thought it, with my brain)... I feel I should explain - the presentation of my comments was part of my engagement with the content of the poem haha - I fear this is obvious to only me :)

The brain stem doesn't ask permission... I'm spending too long thinking about this one - can I make a joke about this being a brain teaser? Do I lose credibility? Ahh no, I won't say it... I'm a fan of the word teeter. Am I just on autopilot - I'm going with the way people can pick up on physiological changes and react incrementally until there's a distinct vibe in the air and I'll go and research ladybirds senses now...

Hello David, I’ve been turning over that image of the ladybugs at the brain stem. It’s a strangely unsettling way to describe how the smallest, most "innocent" intrusions can completely disrupt our internal wiring. It feels less like a poem and more like a biological warning that even our most stable connections are at the mercy of a tiny, stray thought "causing mayhem" while we’re most vulnerable. Being a therapist I can fully relate. Blessings, Daniel