Will it be OK?
Spring smells like flowers,
newly mowed grass, happy days and sunshine. So fresh and freedom-reminding.
The happiest sound in the world is when my friends are laughing.
I feel happy that it is not Monday! And then I remember that it will be Monday the next day -.-
When someone is shouting my name very loud, I usually think: “Fuck! What have I done wrong this time?” Sometimes it feels like a million knives are cutting through my skin. Or like the taste of sour lemons you are forced to eat – you would easily recognize the sharp taste.
When someone is shouting my name, I run a hand nervously through my hair. It feels softly and it can tickle me if it falls down in my face. My fingers search for the door handle of the car.
I hear the rain using the car as its drum. It makes a thud and deep sound. Like someone is tapping on the bodywork of the car.
Then I can’t feel a thing. It creaks but very gentle as I step out of the car in the new-fallen snow.
When I walk through the hospital doors, my heart starts to beat a little faster. I am suddenly worried, afraid of what I am about to meet. My body starts to shake a little, my hands are sweaty and the whole thing is making my blood curdle. Will it be OK?
The happiest sound in the world is when my friends are laughing.
I feel happy that it is not Monday! And then I remember that it will be Monday the next day -.-
When someone is shouting my name very loud, I usually think: “Fuck! What have I done wrong this time?” Sometimes it feels like a million knives are cutting through my skin. Or like the taste of sour lemons you are forced to eat – you would easily recognize the sharp taste.
When someone is shouting my name, I run a hand nervously through my hair. It feels softly and it can tickle me if it falls down in my face. My fingers search for the door handle of the car.
I hear the rain using the car as its drum. It makes a thud and deep sound. Like someone is tapping on the bodywork of the car.
Then I can’t feel a thing. It creaks but very gentle as I step out of the car in the new-fallen snow.
When I walk through the hospital doors, my heart starts to beat a little faster. I am suddenly worried, afraid of what I am about to meet. My body starts to shake a little, my hands are sweaty and the whole thing is making my blood curdle. Will it be OK?
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