Upon my skin, starting with the palms of my hands. Praying to be cleansed, as I reach out and over my porch.
The more she knows and looks into answering her questions, the less she will feel her desired end result is impossible for her to accomplish.
My mind controls my life.
So if my mind is heavy, my heart is an unwilling subject.
Following ever so closely.
Mimicking every thoughtless detail of my brain.