ms_magdalena

So I close my eyes. I close my eyes, and my eyelids are pressed so tightly together that I wonder what's happening; and then I feel that tear run down my cheek. So I realize. . . . this tear that has left my cheek feeling cold in the surrounding air, this tear that has flown into the corner of my mouth, this tear that has brought the memory of the ocean to my tongue, this tear that has torn my heart up a thousand times a thousand times wider than it's ever been torn . . . this tear is why my eyes were so tightly shut. And then I exhale.

And I breathe again.

I breathe so deeply that I feel my lungs tighten, embracing the air inside them from within. My toes curl around an imaginary blanket as I struggle to find something to grasp, and I notice that my eyes are still closed. So I wonder. . . where is the lightswitch?