The center is a soft, pulsing heart of color, and it’s calling to the part of you that is tired of being aware.
Watch how the center spins in shades of pale blue and hazy pink, weaving a net that catches you, holding you still, and gently sets thoughts aside with each breath.
You aren't falling, you aren't sinking.
The deeper you go into the pastel rhythm, the more your thoughts start to feel like light, airy static.
There is no edge here, no sharp corners, as you blur with the soft, rhythmic oscillation of a mind that has finally been given permission to go blank.
The brain fog is a gift. Let it fill you up.
Reblog to spread the happy fog to others. Because when you get lost in it, you find so much more than before.
Happy fog













