"Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait."
Haruki Murakami/ The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via thatkindofwoman)
Five Sentence Story
Today, I walked into the public bathroom near my old dorm, and saw that the big stall was closed; the stall in which I’ve privately shed tears on more than one occasion after a stressful day of class.
Adhering to the code of privacy, I walked, quiet as a mouse, into the adjacent stall, in which I heard the pouring of fluids, coming as if waves, heavy and nonuniform, from the other stall. The stop and go, ebb and flow, followed by gargling, and retching. And pouring, and flushing. Until there was nothing left.
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