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 Recurring NightmaresSome speak of the horrorOf suddenly entering a loudBrightly lit ballroom filled with hundredsOf people they don ’t even know Others scoffIn dismissive contempt,For such an experience is eachUnfolding second of their everyday conscious lives Then there are those who stride Right in —big smiles, bigWhite f.ing teeth,Faces loose and aglow, rippling Enchantingly connective vibes Across the dancehall like a gameOf high-level four-way ping pongBetween just you and three wallsWith the sound turned down.How it felt like every time you shotThe ball would always come back,A game that could last all night.For them it ’s pure heaven Even if everyone else now knows(Upon waking up in a cold tachycardic sweat)That it was all just a bad dream 10/10/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - October 10, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs