Ocean of Tears
Accumulating tears formed a dangerous sea, drowning its creator.
In her treacherous ocean of tears she swam, her fatigued arms feebly cutting through the mass of water as she fought resiliently to remain afloat. But like all people, her marvellous strength depleted with time, and before she knew it, she’d started to lose grip of her very own existence.
She was excruciatingly naïve to have shoved the entirety of her soul into a fleeting chance at the reciprocation of her foolish feelings and her kindest acts. How could she have missed that unmistakable potential of losing everything through taking risks? In all her life, she’d religiously reminded herself to practice caution, to think thrice before acting, and to under no circumstance, trust another living soul. People would warn her about the betrayals in this world, the evil that lurks in the shadows, and the horror masked behind the innocent faces. How could she have not been prepared, after all this time, to spot it when it was hovering right underneath her nose?
Perhaps the blinding emotion of compassion led her astray; perhaps her love for people was her ultimate weapon, but also her deadly kryptonite. It was a double-edged sword, waiting to be used to give its user temporary euphoria, and then drag them to the deepest pits of hell. She should have never trusted herself to live in this woeful world. She could feel herself helplessly sinking in the torrent of treacherous torment, and not a single soul came to her rescue. Why was she flabbergasted with this reality? It’s what she’s been told since she acquired the capacity to comprehend others’ words of wisdom. So when the world brutally betrayed her, why did it hurt terribly?
This was the final thought that lingered in her uncomprehending mind as she slowly sank underneath the ocean of her tears, caused by the callousness of this world, and drowned her into an eternity of murky, cruelly unforgiving darkness.
