In a dream
You hit spots
That are clearer than day
Even when all the rest
Is a hazy gray
And in that time
Your mind is free
Sharper than in
Reality
I am living in a dream
And I have found
A spot so high
And bright, and breathing free
I can see beyond the fog
From shore to shore to sea
At least momentarily
And I intend to use it.
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Inside the Asylum ✓
PoetryA teenage girl murders her brother, forcing her into the local asylum. But what if she's not really crazy? One tragedy. One girl. Four white walls. Welcome to the Asylum. [a poetic short story] **Awards** 1st in Short Story - The Champ Easter Award...
