AN OCEAN OF
Water lingered at the corner of my eyes, a whole ocean full – the Dead Sea. I waited for my skin to burst and spray salty, sticky tears over everyone and everything within reach. I waited for giving up and giving in. With envy in my frown I watched those who had arrived already, who had gone through the worst and were now resting in limbo. They could cry an ocean and no one would wipe themselves off with a scowl and tell them to stop it, to pull themselves together, to get on with it.
