I think I’ve lost count to how many nights I’ve been spending in this hospital. Yet, here I am again, lying down on a thin blanket on the floor. Awake, waiting for the day to change. I’m not fond of the hospital room, but weirdly enough it’s been a second home for these past months. I don’t know whether it’s a cry for help or another sentimental night. My eyes got tired and I think I’ve broken my body with not enough sleep and lack of nutrition. I gulp down vitamins to keep me awake, but my mind was slowly broken.
Will we ever recover from this? Will we ever survive this?
I don’t know how to contain fear in a small jar and wrap it into the glittering world of happiness. I don’t know how to stay sane in the world of small thoughts and conspiracies. Yet, we continue breathing in and out on this entire space of beams and fast lane. Taking all odds, catching favors, grabbing lights and stars, living the farthest our eyes can reach.
This has been a good rest. After all, we are always better than we think we are. Let’s hit play and survive this.
Kak Cupriis… I don’t know exactly what you’ve been through, but I hope no matter how hard it is, you never lose hope and patience. Semoga hari – hari dimana segalanya jadi jauh lebih baik dari kondisi saat ini, akan segera datang yaa. Jaga kesehatan selalu, kak! :)
Ozu, thank you for the kind words, I hope you will also be showered with health and happiness :)