OPEN TEARS
Annie Zhao
I reach a moment of clarity after I cry, a moment when the fog clears out of my mind and I see myself again and not That which stares back from the curved mirror. I reach a moment of sanity after I cry, and I know how I am, safe and sound in my mind which returns to its original shape, like before the fog ate it away. I cry a lot because I love a lot, and because I love a lot, I lose bits of myself to that feeling, but I cry and it's ok — I regain consciousness. Thought is all that exists in reality, and in reality I can only think after I cry. And the chain of thought continues because every tear spilt is a tear on the surface, my skin Splits open and I am whole again.
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