Of Clouds And Sweets

Your thoughts don't just stop. They disappear, fading away entirely. You can still feel, but even those sensations seem distant for a moment, hidden behind that haze of --

"Blank."

Then even that is gone. Your thoughts had started to creep up on you, but of course they had noticed. They saw a bit of intelligence in your eyes, a bit of movement in your mouth, and they knew you had to be --

"Blank."

It happened again. And again. And again. Your mouth is open now in a vague smile, but you don't recognize that you're happy. You only know that you feel good, because there's no room for anything else in your mind but sensation, and you always feel good when you're --

Brainwashing will make you better

Brainwashing is the best

Constantly liking more and more.

Then “liking” more fucked up things.

Reposting those fucked up things.

We all have to spend so much of our day thinking, leading, acting out the charade that we are real people with jobs and responsibilities and decisions to make. And it's exhausting.

Sometimes, I just want to switch off. To stop thinking. To let someone else think for me. To trust someone enough to give over all thought, all responsibility to them, and let myself act as an extension of their will. Lost, blissfully happy in mindless obedience to their every whim. A docile, obedient pet with no thoughts other than what her owner puts in her head.