Picking a new body for the next cycle of life is a privilege. That’s one of the rights I lost when I was granted 2 consecutive life sentences – not that there’s anything wrong with this body, but I would have preferred something a little less human…maybe something with wings. Is that even possible?
Thank you for reading and please check out my current books:
Tree Leaves in Wolf’s Maw: Poetry, philosophy, photography
Static: Prelude to Evolution: Mental illness and recovery