Untitled V: When The Music's Over.

I feel their stares piercing though me, I know they're looking.

They can sense my vulnerability, as soon as I walk in through that door, faster than a shark smells blood.

I'm not wearing anything out of the ordinary: a black t-shirt, jeans, a white lab coat that is one size too large and my stethoscope in my pocket. They know I'm lost, underexperienced and vulnerable. Oh-So-Vulnerable.

Who will you be seeing through next year?

"When the music's over, turn out the lights.
For the music is your special friend,
Dance on fire as it intends.
Music is your only friend, until the end" *

Sincerely,
Mental.



* When The Music's Over – The Doors.