“don’t be a hospital,” he said,
“just like me.”
a gaze at the ground
twitching finger.
breakfast in the dining hall
bacon and pancakes, hemp bag and fancy bottle
“how was your summer?”
“it was good.”
a slumped couch
hazy eyes with a glass of wine
slight look at both of us, him especially
and piercing scream.
a road diverged in the wood
both were the same
but circumstances?
at a tipping point.
two continents
two vibes
withstanding tremors
the self arose.
hospitals?
fuck off
we are ambulances
running everywhere with blaring sirens.
such a witty perspective. loved it.
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