What's your destination?
The question startled me, I'd not thought of any particular place when I boarded this train...simply sat down and allowed my thoughts to settle into the cold oatmeal that was my brain.
What's your destination?
He repeated it, never losing patience, needing to mark his list with the newest passenger.
I sat a moment longer--actually, I sat longer than it has taken me to write this. I sat, waiting for the answer to leave my puzzled mouth.
What's your destination?
It came forth, borne on a sigh of fear-- sanity.... that's my destination.
(Written on my blackberry while sitting in a hospital room)
powerful!
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