The tension was engulfing enough to force an extrovert into putting on earphones and block out everything except for their pumping music.
It was dull enough to compel the outgoing into acting as the shy and observe instead of striking a conversation as they usually do.
The talkative was rendered silent and observant.
They realised then how people could just sit silent for hours, just thinking.
They realised then the numerous amount of thinking and overthinking someone could do, for example, everyone here had either a horrible or joyful reason to be here. Everyone here had their very own lives that they went through; maybe one of their relatives was in deep trouble, maybe there was a new life in their family, maybe there was one less soul living in this world, maybe they were heartbroken, maybe they were in love, maybe they were just here waiting for someone else.Everyone went through something in life which scarred or affected them in some way, and many among those happened in hospitals.
She stared at the empty chairs in the waiting room she was in and imagined all the possible scenarios of every person who once sat in them.
Some people fell in love here, some people now hold grudges against each other because of what happened here.Hospitals are one of the most memorable places.
This is most likely where someone's life has started and where it will soon enough end one day.Minutes passed away like seconds. She was pulled out of her own little overthinking bubble by a light tap on her shoulder.
She looked up at a doctor smiling down at her.
Her life was about to change too according to what the doctor was about to say; would she survive or not?
Doctors are people who possess the ability to make someone grin ecstatically or to make them cry of utter misery.
They hold the power of curing and killing.
A life is so fragile, a twist of a neck, the shot of a bullet, a faulty movement during an operation or even just the natural malfunctioning of a cell can end it all.Not everyone can be saved though, can they?
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I feel so moody nowadays tbh...
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PoetryThis book. Rants turned into poems. My thoughts, my insecurities, my stories. Vomits of words when I am too full of thoughts to keep it in. Might be relatable and merely interesting, that's for you to find out. Might be depressing (most probably...