It was cold.

it's always cold.

the white sheets of the hospital bed were cold.

the walls and floor felt cold.

my heart felt cold.

i could hear a tray coming closer and closer, it's metal wheels against the marble floor of the hospital echoing through the corridors.

slowly the heavy doors to my room opened.

in walked a nurse.

she looked cold.

everyone looked cold.

except one person, a person who i'll never see again.

" morning hyunjin!
did you sleep well? "

she said picking up a glass tube with a long needle attached to it's end.

" it's only one
this morning,
you've done so well. "

she took my arm and stabbed it so casually, it was a normal occurrence.

as it had been for the past twenty years.

i feel no pain now.

just the pain of loneliness.

of greed.

of want.

of the boy, who cries everyday.

sometimes if i'm quiet enough i can hear the moon cry.

hear him cry.

┃"i'm not the insane one, hyunjin."
┃11/05/18