Alone with only my thoughts
I'm all alone
In a place that seeks to calm me or make me delirious
I look around to find my possessions
Yet, there is nothing for me!
But the one possession I hold just for me
My Brain! My Brain!
The place I keep memories
and my thoughts
My insights, my stories, my fantasies
to-do lists and stressors too!
I'd keep my brain and my sanity only because I can't live without them!
My entire life is in my brain.
Everything I hold dear to me is logded in it.
Without it I will ask..... Who am I?
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