

Persistence of MemoryPersistence of MemoryPersistence of Memory
A desolate landscape of soft, melting watches rests lazily in your blurred field of vision.
Scanning the elusive canvas that surrounds you,
time no longer seems relevant so much as one's own justified sanity.
A downpour of colourful mist precipitates from the heavens,
an overwhelming chance that the vibrant, enduring clouds from above
have cried for the many years they had witnessed.
The fruitful trees lining the horizon suddenly seem withered and aged, a youthful promise that seems to be broken.
In a rush of years that merely feel like


Sleepless HospitalSleepless Hospital By VinaSleepless Hospital
Bland and stale like old day bread, The air reeks of the cold and dead
Next to the bed is a Rubbermaid tray,
Dependent beside you from where you once lay
The needle of cure rests in its safe hands, Like the souls inside that reach in demand
A curtain shields you from sanity in a deathly bind, Pulling at your soul and defeated mind
Throughout passing moons of this sleepless hospital, Are forgotten forms that lie, their conditions are critical
Many souls inside their broken units and isolated hearts, &
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