She can't see anything. The salt water has clouded her vision. She can't breathe. She was screaming and now she is choking. Drowning in her own tears. How did this happen? Why didn't she see it coming? She can't think. All she can do is cry and pray to catch her breath again.
She feels heavy. The tears have stopped but her face is still wet. Her heart is in her feet and both are too heavy to move forward. She is at a stand still in the middle of her path and has yet to encounter the crossroad. She can not move, but at least for the moment she can breathe.
Her face is tight. Her tears have dried but the sadness from their presence is still visible. Her heart now floats right above her stomach, right below her chest. She took a step today. She doesn't know where she is going but she knows that she is going.
She can breathe, she can walk, and now she can even smile but she can not feel. Hollow. She is empty now. Her heart is sitting rightfully in her chest but it does not beat the way it used to. It no longer pounds passionate percussion patterns. It will not beat softly like a lingering lullaby. It is quiet. It makes no sound.
But she walks, she talks and she smiles. And while her tears have long since returned to their ducts, she still can not see. She can't see where she went wrong. She can't see why she's alone. She can't see why she wasn't good enough. She can't see what more she could have done. She thinks this is a battle she could have won.
The most important thing she was unable to see? He was never with her. He was waiting for me.
She feels heavy. The tears have stopped but her face is still wet. Her heart is in her feet and both are too heavy to move forward. She is at a stand still in the middle of her path and has yet to encounter the crossroad. She can not move, but at least for the moment she can breathe.
Her face is tight. Her tears have dried but the sadness from their presence is still visible. Her heart now floats right above her stomach, right below her chest. She took a step today. She doesn't know where she is going but she knows that she is going.
She can breathe, she can walk, and now she can even smile but she can not feel. Hollow. She is empty now. Her heart is sitting rightfully in her chest but it does not beat the way it used to. It no longer pounds passionate percussion patterns. It will not beat softly like a lingering lullaby. It is quiet. It makes no sound.
But she walks, she talks and she smiles. And while her tears have long since returned to their ducts, she still can not see. She can't see where she went wrong. She can't see why she's alone. She can't see why she wasn't good enough. She can't see what more she could have done. She thinks this is a battle she could have won.
The most important thing she was unable to see? He was never with her. He was waiting for me.