me, me, and the doc

[we’ve been here before, i think. familiar odor.
reminds me of the alps, i, i, think. familiar odor.]

the doctor enters the dimly lit light-yellow-whitish
stained stoned
cylinder blocked room,
sits…sits…sits, yeah, she sits at the chair facing me and asks,
“Still feeling sad today?”
i answered with a question, “am i still alive?”
Doc: “Yes, of course.”
me: “then what the fuck do you think?”

…93 days in the mental ward and counting…

-JDR-

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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