The train has stopped and I mingle with the crowd coursing out, journeying up to the street where all go their own way. I am on the look out for a library.
“Wandering here in the wild
shadowed by the bright day
I look here, there, I’m a child,
liberate me from this dark play”
There is no one I encounter on my path; the sunlight pierces my eyes and I am going blind. The knowledge of truth is out of my reach.
And this is when I touch upon the undeniable sprout of insanity growing in me.
Written in consideration of Friday Fictioneers’ Weekly Prompt.