NsevenWhy does the island never cry? Because its eyes are below the water. What gives it the right to cry when it’s already surrounded by so much salt water?
It started on the first night when I had another one of my unwanted thoughts. I thought the feeling would go away if given time, but it never did. Like a ghost in a slow burn horror movie, the thought rears its head without anyone noticing. For there was once a time I thought I knew what I wanted, I thought I knew what was missing, but no matter what I try and do, something is always missing. It’s always going to be incomplete.
I know that the thought is irrational, I know that it isn’t the truth, I know that I should just ignore it, but I cannot help but agree with the words of the unwanted thought: I belong nowhere. I have no home. I am and always will be a foreigner. And though I float to another part of the ocean, it doesn’t change what I am. I am still a rock, I am still an island. And an island never cries.
I’m not so sure if this feeling will persist further or if it does go away it will come back again. I’ll have to see. I wonder if my anti-depressants haven’t expired yet.
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