At least, that's how I remember it

There must have been 30 of them

huddled in the corner.

30 muffled chuckles when I gave them the news.

Just one of me, the medical marvel, the unanswered question.

They were the doctors and I was the patient.

Help is what I asked for. 

Judgement is what was prescribed.

A four-walled microcosm of my envisioned reality.

I was the odd man out, again.

I'm telling you, there must have been 30 of them.

Four Years

It's incredible to soak it in.
The sea of cold sheets blanket us in comfort.
In this city we call home,
I've never felt so lucky.

It's been a long time since my feet last touched the ground.
Four years.
And I don't plan on landing back down.
Anytime. Ever.