The room is too cold, and the air is too clinical.
I glance around the small space and see a picture: one woman, one man, one child.
They are all wearing white, playing on a beach.
I’m sure it’s supposed to make you feel happy. I’m sure it’s supposed to make you feel happy. I’m sure it’s supposed to make you hopeful that one day you can be happy and wearing white and having a kid and not giving a fuck about anything,
Maybe one day you’ll stop being scared. Maybe one day your life will be good enough to hang on a wall.
But not right now, now’s not your time.