Cloudy minds

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Cloudy minds,
Cloudy thoughts,
Hard to think,
Hard to grasp a thought.

There are times the brain doesn't want to work. Albeit you're in the middle of a rush hour or relaxing slurping on a warm tea or coffee . It's like the brain shuts down for a maintenance run.

After finishing a stack of paperwork that's due today, you was about to start the next batch thatydue tomorrow but when as soon as you put your fingers on those key pads of your keyboard, you freezed up. It took a moment for you to realize you froze up, and also took another moment to question 'why?'. You tried to type something but your fingers don't want to move, you have a feeling you know what to type but yet, you forgot. You've done this billions of time before and yet, you can't type it all. The blinking indicator on the blank Sheet on the screen triggers you. Your eyes moves from the blinking indicator, to the digital at the bottom corner of the screen,  to the stacks of documents to sort through, and back to the blinking indicator. It goes one for awhile before you reached out to one of the documents and read to, figuring out what to do.

You tried to read it but you don't understand. You give it another go but faster, but still to no avail. Again, you try reading it again but much slower. Yet, none can be process into a speck of info.

You slowly become agitated and angrier, you repeat everything until you to a point you just give up. You laid back onto your chair, staring up in the ceiling. You took a deep breath and sigh as you look down at your computer that is still turned on and the screen still showing the empty, white piece of pixelated 'paper. There's nothing you can do but continue sighing and closing your eyes, resting your arms on it. Finally, giving the your brain the rest that it probably wants.

Funny how it does that even though that's the point of sleeping and yet, it still lingers even past wake up. Extended maintenance time I guess.

Extended maintenance time..... It's sound like the brain is a server of some sort when I put it that way.



Oh well, the brain does works in a mysterious yet fascinating way.

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