stretchers

hospitals are scary - their cream tinted walls that seem to stretch out infinitely, the clutter of people walking and what seems to be the most terrifying is the occasional stretchers filled with sick people that pass by.
you see their faces, their eroded smiles and the only a husk of the person they used to be - knowing that one day it'll be you on that stretcher.

it's interesting how everyone could start out the same or have the same concept in mind yet cope with that shared ideal so differently. things like optimism and nihilism all operate on the same basis - that life is innately going to end. yet, it's still possible to see things in a different light.

it's baffling how the (what i assume to be) couple in front of me just glaring at their phones, occasionally whispering things to one another about the people that walk by - and to think that there's a reason they're here. whether it be the man who seems carefree or the woman who shows worry wherever she goes, or maybe someone else entirely.

when you go to hospitals, you truly start feeling dread. not just for your father who has pneumonia but for everyone in the room. the nurses that stomp and run frantically trying to attend to everyone the best they can, a few patients entering through the door in front of you confused or certain that they'll meet their fate soon or even the people who seem like they've been here since morning.

it's all scary to think about and to know that somewhere in your lifetime that you'll end up being one of those people someday.