I am fine,

I don't understand why I am being kept,

At a hospital.

Is there something wrong with me?

I don't know,

I doubt I have any illness,

I don't have any broken bones either.

Honestly, I don't really hate the hospital.

But, I don't like it either.

A year had passed,

no one talks to me.

It's not like I never tried to talk to anyone, but whenever I went in front of someone to interact with them, they would glance at me and just leave.

Eventually, I gave up.

I sit there, on my hospital bed everyday

As if, I am waiting, for someone.

I don't have any memories

Of my parents or

Of anything before I came to the hospital.

I, myself am surprised how I can talk or know basic human things.

I just do.

To not forget speaking,

I always talk to the flowers, moon,

trees, dolls, food.

Heck, even the walls.

Even though it's been a year,

I don't think I have aged a bit.

My height is the same,

My face is the same,

My hair length is the same.

I sometimes wonder if this is all a dream.

That would explain why I don't get hungry, I haven't eaten anything for a year. The sight of it makes me cringe in disgust. I just quit eating.

Oh, of course it gets boring.

I know of internet,

but I don't have any access to a phone.

Sometimes, I would just sit here

and paint my feelings away.

Talk with the moon,

Sing,

Dance,

I can do whatever I want.

I am sure you're questioning that why I never tried to run away from the hospital. That's because...

I can't.

The hospital is like a labyrinth.

It's never ending, the same halls show up again and again until it makes me dizzy. The only thing I have seen beside the halls is the garden.

I somehow always can find my room or garden whenever I want to go there but not the exit, it's unacessable.

My room is pretty simple,

There's a small but cozy bed,

A small desk,

And a window.

Whenever I look out the window, I see the sun at day and moon at night.

But, if I look down,

I see a playground,

with kids playing in there.

I want to go.

I want to go play with them.

As I reach my hands out,

my hands turn cold,

and a sudden intense strong feeling of fear overwhelms me.

I can never do it.

It's the same cycle everyday,

The same boring day.

Until,

Until you came,

You came into my life.