Medicated I walked a path alone between parted seas.
Waves roiling, but untouchable, held back behind glass.
Eventually I forgot the smell of the salt.
The feel of the water on my skin.
Forgot the waves were even there.
When the glass shattered, it was not a sunny day on a sandy shore.
The tempest consumed me.
I sputtered and gasped for breath.
Again dreaming, my dreams would be of water.
Again crying, I tasted the ocean salt once more.
All of it.
The tears of millenia.
Of eons.
Of generations.
I wept for all the years I could not weep.
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