Drifting

No stops from here to happiness if I can keep my mind clear. No thoughts and no fear as we rocket headfirst into a pitchblack abyss, a hole, a tunnel so dark and unpredictable I'm surprised the train can find the tracks, I'm too terrified to allow my mind to wonder how this path was ever built. I close my eyes, cover my ears, alert my confidence, and try not to speak as we stride forward without so much as the slightest desire to look back.

I stare out the window, but my eyes can't adjust to the darkness. The terrifying sound of a thousand frantic wings is all I have to construct an image.

I want to go home.