17/11/2024

 17/11/2024, Sunday

11:23 p.m.

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there's a small itch at the back of my eyes. i rub them, and try to make it stop. but it doesn't. it itches more and more with each movement. it starts to sting, and aches dully behind my eyelids. i continue to rub at them. and now it burns. and there's salty droplets pooling at the corners. my hands fall to my side; my tears fall to my cheeks. and they flow and flow and flow. now, i can taste the bitter salty sorrow brimming within me. and now my eyes are damp, my cheeks are damp, and I am left staring at a reflection of myself in miniature seas. the surface is smooth, and yet I seem to see thin, little cracks on my face. and i look at myself, with red cheeks and a red nose and red-rimmed bloodshot eyes. i look at my arm and heart, and there's more red there too. i shut my eyes, tired of it. but under the bright fluorescent light, all i see is red again; and my world burns down to the ground.