i had to cry on the bus today
it was a short 10 minute journey back home from the hospital. the hospital is a wonderfully scary thing - it is the (modern) place of life and death.
as i sat down, usually near the window, there was a certain emptiness that filled me up. the cup was always half full.
the drone of the engine hummed the sick feeling i had from bouncing off the hospital walls; interpellated as a strange and foreign being. a healthy human shouldn't be roaming this part of the city.
the long and winding road along the swan river has always provided a very enchanting drive - regardless of weather, or mood. looking out, eyes meet yachts, exercise freaks, children playing, pelicans, the calm waters lapping the shore, the rising tide, the ebb of energy. but not today.
its tranquility only boiled the kettle - overspilling.
i foresee familiarising myself with the hospital. to get to ward 5G in the quickest time possible.
it was a short 10 minute journey back home from the hospital. the hospital is a wonderfully scary thing - it is the (modern) place of life and death.
as i sat down, usually near the window, there was a certain emptiness that filled me up. the cup was always half full.
the drone of the engine hummed the sick feeling i had from bouncing off the hospital walls; interpellated as a strange and foreign being. a healthy human shouldn't be roaming this part of the city.
the long and winding road along the swan river has always provided a very enchanting drive - regardless of weather, or mood. looking out, eyes meet yachts, exercise freaks, children playing, pelicans, the calm waters lapping the shore, the rising tide, the ebb of energy. but not today.
its tranquility only boiled the kettle - overspilling.
i foresee familiarising myself with the hospital. to get to ward 5G in the quickest time possible.
Labels: hospital, reflection
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