There Is Poetry Everywhere If You Look Close Enough:

Cooffee!

Four weeks already in the operating room with anaesthesiology department 👩‍⚕️

a literary discovered a new word even tho it’s not my first time in the OR , what makes the difference is being there from the beginning to the end of anaesthesia and making sure the patient is stable throughout the procedure

they are on a date

Isn't it beautiful? When

someone waits for you at home.

someone is there for you to look after your meals.

someone looks for your health.

someone prays for you everyday.

someone puts you to sleep every fckin day.

That intimacy of sleeping together in each others arms. You slowly sleep in her arms imagining a family with her while she's patting your back. Putting each others to sleep and your morning starts with her love. It's a different kinda sukoon♡

sometimes I imagine going back to childhood and getting a do over and making a thousand different choices and STILL ending up exactly where I am now…. my subconscious is the biggest believer in fate and i cant stop it

writing is just reverse Pictionary. put a little picture from your brain into another brain. no drawing allowed

i keep coming back to this cyz 😬 it’s so real :( 🥺❣️

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You became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.

Mahmoud Darwish

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October has been still, quiet and just the same each day almost like being stuck in a groundhog day; and yet very quick and headlong. There have been days where it got very difficult, the wait and the delays can be painful and gruelling. All one can do is keep going. Consuming fiction has been helpful. Though I don't have much thought to add, I wish I did. But I don't. It's like I am blank, and just floating through time, like a dandelion, waiting to land and then grow into a whole new plant. We can always lean on the art we consume for support, Frankenstein has been the perfect start to this Autumn season. Victor Frankenstein's ambitions and intellect, curiosity and immersion take us on a journey about obsessions and regrets and how we should refrain from playing God, the monster's innocent, child-like curiosity about the world and its people was a treat, and its transition into anger and vengeance, and lost innocence was just as tragic, all he wanted was to be loved and accepted. The true villain of the story was fallible human obsession with glory, that led to such wretched state of affairs. Jo March will never not be my comfort character. Her struggles and journey as someone who wants a thing of her own and be good at it, and make something out of it; the difficult emotions she faces as an older sibling who can't escape situations like a younger sibling has the privilege to; her periods of quiescence where she had to put her passions on hold and felt stuck, and questioned everything, or thought to almost give up, and therefore give in for the need of love to the wrong person will always, always resonate with me. And Suzume, Ah! Just watched it today and loved, loved it. Ending this entry with a quote from Suzume, as a note to myself because God knows how much I needed to hear it today. 16-year-old Suzume meets her younger 4-year-old self and tells her,

‘How do I say this, listen Suzume. No matter how sad you are right now, one day you'll grow up. So, don't worry. The future is not that scary. You’ll meet many people whom you will cherish, and you will meet many people who will cherish you, too. It might be tough moving forward. The night may seem endless right now, but one day morning will come. You will grow up basking in that light. I'm sure of it. It's written in the stars.’

You will grow up basking in that light.

(God willing)