the inhospitable hospital

i’m much more comfortable 

dwelling on failure

success is trite. 

just comes down to luck

it’s in the losses 

that we make our bones

wandering in sonder 

through other souls’ stories

in a shared bubble of

mutual miscomprehension 

five leafs left, so i turn one over 

the motorized spaghetti moat 

keeps patients at an asthmatic gap

i try and remind myself that success, victory, achievement – is fleeting, and brings with it new pressures. the more we achieve, the more we expect. both of ourselves, and also on a societal level. expectations creep, yet we, the humans, remain exactly the same. limited. at the mercy of chance.

so i am always just trying to find a way to live that is sustainable.