Have you met My Brain?

It has two feet that can outrun me ahead, way ahead. And when it looks back, its eyes pierce into mine with a look that is not scary, but taunting. Like it knows something I don't; a place so dark it can asphyxiate me.

Somehow, that look always stops me dead on my track. Not wanting to move, not wanting to walk even one tiny inch forward.

Especially not down the aisle.