Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
The familiar sound of ticking, echoing inside the whitewashed room, with the familiar face, asking me the same questions.
Do you sleep? For how long?
Do you eat? How much?
How do you feel?
Are you sad? Extremely happy?
Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.
How many times did you forget things?
Yeah, right. The same questions. With the same answers.
At night, with difficulty. Sometimes I can’t keep myself awake during class. Not enough.
I don’t care.
Yep, same things.