left behind last night.
13 hours of sleep
and i still cant get rid of these dark cicles under my eyes
maybe its metaphoric that i just cant hide whats going on.
but maybe it was a good thing.
went to the hospital last night.
ive seen to many lately.
they terrify me.
detox to retox.
and all the little details are blue...
music plays when new life begins
in a place where so often it ends
or is just restarting
IV. 2 more than 4.
and an air bag of fluid. that saves lives.
5 of them
i cant take the shaking feeling
and that i never knew the entire story.
any of them
and the nurses either give you the look, the sympathy in their eyes
or they look right past you because they have seen that face of yours all too often
everything intertwines here
heart monitors and cell phones
old and new life
you overhear a convorsation
"but we will keep trying"
its enough to want to make you run
and so i did
and turned back down those white halls
and left her there, alone
white bracelet and all