an emotional event.

i enter into a library and head unhesitatingly to the poetry section. it is a treasure trove of verse, filled with archives of dreams and nightmares, the books feature the finest literature across the land. i pour my imagination onto every word, twisting and turning. dimension through dimension, my mind is folded.

then, as sudden as a kangaroo falling from fourteen stories, the book in my hands burst into flames, right before my very unbelieving eyes. i do a quick count. i am relieved that the fingers on my sweaty palms still amount to ten. returning my attention to the once flaming book, i notice it has been reduced to carbon dust on the green carpeted floor of the library. i flinch at the thought of the trouble it would take to clear the mess. i am then overcome with a sense of pity when i realise that someone has to remove the debris.