It Starts Inside.

She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind …

Baker Act

I sit, I think, I cry.

Living in a world constructed on lies.

A slave to this body, entrapped by my mind.

To have it all doesn’t suffice.