the color of hospitals

is just an old school

building mixed with

the smell of old paint

and unfinished gossip

- you will never know

when and how it ends.

the sun greets every

day with its mocking

smile, every corridor

is a freezing denial.

all of the instruments

talk to each other, not

ever sure how much

everything just blends

suddenly into this un-

happy nothingness. 

i really thought it was

so much more than

this, and as soon as i

try again and paint the

walls as i remember,

it'd just glimpse back

to calm chalky heels

and swinging doors.

what was i waiting for?