5:08.

November 10, 2009
The first bird speaks
But there is no one else up to reply to it


I hear it



I smile
I wish I could reply to the bird
Make its heart sing



The same way it made mine

When your life is a living hell
Simple things aren’t so simple



A whispering voice is a battle cry








A walker isn’t weakness

And everything that is












was and






















ever will be
A hospital
Is suddenly the enemy

The over sanitized floors
The giant revolving doors

I hate hospitals
And yet I’d linger there
Like the last light of day






Just to see you









To make you smile

In two hours you’ll be going under again
And I wish I was there



To help you through hell









To make you smile





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