Lovely Loretta

Time is such a weird thing.

Two hours in the ER,
Freaking out about how much pain you’re in,
Cussing at the stupid pattern on the curtains and the boring white ceilings,
Begging for some water or ice cubes to suck on,
Crying when the doctor says they want to put an IV in your arm,
Standing still for x-rays when you can’t hardly breathe…
Only to walk outside after it’s all done to see that the sun hasn’t even bothered to wake up yet.

The entire world sleeps while you lose your mind.
No one even noticed you were gone.

Forgetting only works for very short periods of time.
Sometimes I’m lucky enough to go a few hours without my mind being consumed,
But even then, I dream of everything I wish would happen.
Although totally different every night, it’s the exact same theme.

I’m staying semi-successful with keeping myself busy.
I hate projects, but they almost completely occupy my mind.
Math is the best at that.

I miss last semester’s study hall,
But I like this semester’s, too.
I wish I could have both.

I wish I could live in my dreams,
Or I wish they would stop all together.