This is where my frontal lobe tries to make sense of what my parietal lobe perceives. But sometimes, no matter how it tries, it does not make any sense at all.
Where I express what my temporal lobe recognizes. May it be the soft sound of a dream that my cochlea hears. Or even the scream of a harsh reality.
Today is a bit blurry, as my occipital lobe processes what's ahead of me. Who cares?
I still wanna write it anyway. My hypothalamus might love it at the end of the day.
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