I don't know who to talk to right now. It's a saturday night and everyone is quite rightly out, enjoying it. I'm going write.. i generally manage to write what i feel better anyways.
So i just got back from the hospital. Total breakdown. To top it all up we even have a super serving of irony. My uncle's daughter might go into labor any time soon. So we have someone who's got one leg stuck in a big deep bucket and someone else waiting to come into this shithole of a world. I have come to the conclusion, also, that life is the world's biggest asshole. Fact.
My aunt is just sitting next my uncle. Her eyes are bloodshot. Her lips forced into a permanent, pursed frown. She just keeps holding his hand hoping everything will pass. She doesn't even want to get up from next to him. She loves him so much. She keeps saying how without him she's nothing. How she has no one else. How he's her life. And when she talks you can see all her pain in her face, it's like her eyes just turn into lips and talk out all her feelings. She doesn't even have to speak for her thoughts to show. Elaine got sent home because of her contractions. Maria, Stefan's wife, also left to take care of her baby and walk the dog. She said she'll be back later. Stefan insists on staying there. He's exhausted but he won't let the tiredness get to him. He promised his dad that he'll be there no matter what. He isn't quite the person who breaks promises.
I wonder what's going to happen next,
a late night call, an early morning scare
or a whole week or more of anticipation, hope or despair..
Peace and Love
Torii xo
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