rudimentary sadness

I swallowed, then paused. Cocked my head to the left and twitched my mouth to the right (a nervous tic I picked up somewhere along the path from angst-y adolescence to “neurotic” adulthood). Yes, there it was. And there it was again. A wave—strong and somehow incredibly gentle. Immersing me in it soundlessly while allowing me to remain upright for the time being. There I stood drowning.