I lay awake,  legs streched out in shorts, short of the feeling I used to have, I forgot to open, I keep them closed counting the months not winning prices though dertermined to make a count
It could be fun
I should bend my legs look at my knees facing my face, blocking all mental pace, maybe I should sit up keep my legs  open, a potriat of compassion is me
I'm keeping them open
Its safe to enter!