ER

Forced lids to seek darkness from blinding lights.

Laid there, I'm absent of thoughts but sensitizing the effects of 
such cc of injections.

Second round this year. Landing in an emergency room.

How could a conversation about governance, social unpeace, crimes, and conferences suddenly twisted me in pain? Nada. Non-sequitur. 

I was so fine yet uh, something could be sudden.

I needed to breathe again and heave asap. Leave such confines

and get crazy with life anew.

But not yet... because I got dazed and gone faint.

I was about to fall deep asleep, slowly shutting from neural receptors the conversations of doctors and nurses in the emergency room but half of my being was also retaining, isolating that sound -- that echoes of the pulses from an ECG machine.

It felt like a lullaby. Rhythmic, calm.

"Ready for admittance now?" asked the physician.

"Nope, let me be just an OPD. I'll commit myself to be here

whenever I needed to. This month is filled with schedules."

"Check this written advice and don't forget to

seriously deal this with an expert physician."

And then I fall asleep while listening to the echoes of pulses.