possible.

like I've got the world at my fingertips

the ability to self define is staggering

the potential to get outside of myself makes my pulse race

I feel naked and venerable but

my heart is so full and

the whole world is

windows

the sky is

doorframes

my mind is

blank but

not for lack of

things to say

the pages

turn

and the music

that echoes through

my fingertips is

all I've never

dreamed I could

be