1. Final. (English)

They say, “In a mad world, only the mad are sane.” 

You must tread carefully, feet never leaving the fraying string of fate; one foot in front of the other, head spinning.

I wasn’t really heading anywhere so when I see her by chance I strike up conversation.

She doesn’t look at me.

“Why are you smiling so?” I ask.

It is raining heavy tears of the dusky sky; the children are crying because they’re getting cold.

“Because I’m happy,” she says, “this makes me happy.”

I nod.

I do not say anything more.

Her smile makes me uncomfortable because of the unnatural way it stretches across her face.


But there’s no answer.

Only Silence.

Only Darkness.

Only the smile on her face.

And the butterfly on her shoulder.

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