You know how people get emotional at the oddest of times? I’ve seen people get lost at the sight of the sea, waves rushing into them, leaving them yearning, longing. Breakdowns in romantic settings have been a rarity for me. The sea only stirred emotions that were about the sea. Just being happy that it exists. Mountains, sunrises, the Moon, the things that are supposed to make you feel, reflect, have often left me feeling nothing but appreciation.
But there are moments. Like when you’re brushing your teeth and your hand stops moving. You’re staring into yourself, foam on your lips, toothpaste burning your mouth. You’re making tea and you don’t quite know what to do with the tea bag. You wake up in the middle of the night and get that sinking feeling in your stomach. You’re hanging out with your friends in your room, scrolling on your phone when something on it shakes you up and you have to go under the sheets or into the bathroom to let the only tear flow. You’re peeing and you break down crying.
But all of this, lasts just a moment. You break, let it out a little, you zip up again.
You spit and brush the rest of your teeth. You let that tea bag seep. You turn around and try to sleep, You shake the sheets off of you and keep scrolling. And you get off that damn toilet.