hospital bed

HOSPITAL BED

for no one really understands

the Loneliness of Death,

the Sorrow that ensues within 

those last few moments' breath.

and no one truly comprehends

the Pain of true Regret, 

the moments you would fain relive 

and words you can't forget.

One of the things that I love most about writing is it's an opportunity to develop empathy. In order to create characters, plots, or dialogues that are at all realistic, you have to frequently leave your own life, your own experiences, and drown yourself in the thoughts and sorrows and aspirations of people from all different age groups and walks of life.

Tears are sorrows...

Tears are sorrows. Sometimes, when you cry, it's out of sadness, and the tears well up because there's not enough room inside of you for all the pain. And sometimes, when you cry, it's out of joy, and the happiness fills you up, and the tears well up because there's no more room inside of you for any sorrows.