Tears can mean two things. Gross desperate sobbing or water raining from the sky that is your eyes.
Swirling and swishing like the sea in a storm.
Blue and ever moving swirling, white foam just forming until the wave moves and the bubbles burst. Gone like the happy you can barely remember before that.
The waves start to consume you until you remember little else but it's still there.
The bridge connecting to the main land and safe freedom.
It's always there whatever happens. I shouldn't forget that but for now I do.
For now I let the waves embody me and I sink to the bottom of the sea shore. I look for the fish but all I can see is the murky tealy gray
Swirling and swishing and raining all around me.
I don't try to swim, I embrace it and float bobbing with the waves, becoming the waves.
I am the waves.
I am one with my misery and tears.
We are one.
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Forgotten - Queenie Goldstein
FanfictionI know you forgot. But I never could. I never could do anything but remember. There's no one else like you Jacob Kowalski.
