clinical

with a lot of trepidation, i entered the rehabilitation centre. my companion and i expressed our fears and worries to each other. it was, after all, utterly new and alien to us. but fears and worries gave way to compassion, trust, and comfort...

which eventually led to a sense of fulfilment like no other.

again, the smiles, the laughter, the holding of hands, the embraces... the sheer innocence and naivette of young minds, was most refreshing, and most touching.

as sung by one, in a quiet voice, "que sera sera, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see, que sera sera, what will be, will be..." i almost cried at the absolute aptness of that song.

endearing souls, not knowing, but forever living in their own worlds.
worlds without troubles. just peace.