Izac Zuniga

Momentary Helplessness

Weariness ensued a deep sleep over me as I cradled my anxious brain to slumber. My dormitory sang a lullaby of hushed white walls and painted a vision of vast darkness. The complete and utter silence of the room formed a brimming catalog of wailing souls. Screams of those who suffered from morbid delusion as they embarked on their journeys to a utopia of longed fantasies. As my train neared its destination, I turned my head towards the open gates of an expansive walk-in.