I work in a hospital. And I'm not sure if this was the right profession for my fragile mind. As I walk through the hallways, I swear I can hear the walls speak... Telling tales of lives being birthed, and lives falling away.
I listen to the walls. I feel every tear. I feel every fear. I feel every smile and I feel every sigh of relief. I get lost in all the stories these walls hold. A beautiful swirl of birth and death. I feel a slight pang on my throat, choking on the thought of death. Then almost instantly, my face lights up. A cry, of a healthy new born baby bounces off the walls. I am completely lost in these walls. And for a slight moment, I realize, I am these walls.