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.
I sing:
“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.
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Written in consideration of Friday Fictioneers’ Weekly Prompt.
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How nice to cross paths again Anmol.. we used to meet almost daily. I like this tale a lot, so sad when the books are out of your reach, and I could feel the sun burning my retina, to be blind could to me be either total blackness or total whiteness… both equally disturbing,
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I think that sprout of insanity has consumed what’s left of my brain. Well done, HA.
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It seems to me you have a lot going on in that head of yours. I’m not sure 100 words is enough. Keep writing!
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So much to learn, at times difficult or seemingly out of reach. Far from a child my friend, you will gather strength to do what you need to do. Nice to see you and I hope you are well.
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HA, Very creative piece. It’s sad when a library isn’t available.Well written. — Susan
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insanity is not a bad thing…ha….especially when we find ourselves blinded from the truth….the library is def the place to be…so much to learn…i once read so much i strained my eyes and thought i was going blind….
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I love the image of the undeniable sprout of insanity. Maybe that’s what really keeps us sane ….
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Dear HA,
Nice to see you back, even with that sprout of insanity. I think it must be common to artists and writers. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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“The sunlight pierces my eyes and I’m going blind”-loved those lines.
Well written..!!
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“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
It’s those bouts of sanity that you have to watch out for.
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Dear HA,
“It’s so nice to be insane, no one asks you to explain…”
Great story. Creative, unique and well written.
Aloha,
Doug
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To be out of reach of knowledge is devastating, insanity seems a better place where we make our own rules.
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liberate me from this dark play – my favorite line.
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