The Passenger

I think we all question our sanity to some small extent sometimes. Usually when in love...

                                                                        The Passenger
                                                                by Brandon McClaskey

         Sometimes I find it difficult to decipher whether I am the only sane passenger on a flight of madness or a solitary, lunatic commuter on a train of lucidity. I can only speculate that the answer lies within the destination. So, for the sake of my mind, or perhaps my heart (another confusing aspect of this journey), I hope we are heading home and that we do not crash.