I waited for the Sun to go down before I made a move. I waited for my chamber to grow dark and cold before I even decided to open the door leading down the corridor. The door creeked as I slowly opened it and peeked out. No one! No one at all. I felt some comfort in that fact. There would be no witness to my morbidity, my innocence.

I walked down the crowded street and wondered why so many were out, so late. I wanted them gone. I wanted loneliness. But I trekked on. I walked the streets of the city, laughing at all the deceitful masks at my side. I wanted one but I could not make up my mind. So I laughed out load, paying no attention to the glances and the eyes watching me.

I observed the emptiness of my route and my journey.

I waited for the coming dawn as the train rolled by and my soul jumped on.