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 ✓
Short StoryA 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...
