Me, a well-showered crazy person, is living in a prison of my mind. I read my Bible and go out for breaks for fresh air. Alone, and trapped in the house and feeling exposed that the television is watching me constantly. Lightning bugs are camera lights snapping paparazzi pictures catching me off guard. A secret starlet where there are no strangers. The unceasing paranoia flows like water from Niagara Falls. At night, I lay in bed for two hours calming my mental chatter before I finally fall asleep. And then I wake up and my prison routine starts over.