lacunae ; meanie

- won;

5 months of laying my frail body in the comfort of the hospital bed yet, when the doctor checked possibly for nth time in the span of the said months, there's still no progress. Hopes frantically submerging into the abyss of desperation and numbness as days languidly pass by. 5 months of waiting for some sort of miracle to happen but to no avail, I waited in vain; as if I'm abandoned by the unseen diving being.

"Why don't you go out to get some fresh air?"

It became a habit to me now, various nurses would come by my room, pick up the still  unfamiliar barbituratic acids  to inject in my body. Though, I personally think they're not effective in any way; just leeching tons of bucks from my parents' bulging wallet.

Nonetheless, I obliged without a word. The deafening silence left untouched and unbreakable even as I depart the room. There's not a single tube in my body, temporarily, but I know soon would be tangled deep within my skin tissues. So, I think it's best to freely move around while I'm still not caged by medical channels.

Once I reached the exit that leads to the serene garden of the said hospital, the cold breeze of the budging nighttime eagerly welcomed my body in the most chilly way. I made my way towards my favorite spot, the swing.

The swing where I made lots of good memories with,
the swing where I fell,
and the swing where I literally fell.
It's the same swing that foreshadowed my disease.

But that swing's currently not free from any human, in fact, someone's comfortably snuggling their butt off in the plank of the kiddy ride. Usually, I would bug the hell out of that person sitting on my favorite spot but for you? God, no, hell, I wouldn't.

Funny how you claimed my spot in the same exact swing.
The swing in which I first laid my eyes on you,
The swing which made me think that we could be possible,
The same sing in which I saw you with someone else.
The same sing in which I knocked some sense in my head, that we could never be together due to inevitable circumstances.
You're way too famous for someone weak of a boy like me.

I found myself walking towards your direction, I meant—the swing's direction. Slowly, surely—not that I could walk faster though. Soon enough, I reached it finally.

The swing next to you. My new favorite swing from now on.