Friday, August 8, 2014

Of shards.

There's crying and then there's crying.

The first one is rather simple - your throat closes up, tears well in your eyes and basically you let it all out in several dozens of tears and some quiet sobbing.

 Breathing is a little of an uneven thing and well, talking is out of the option, but really, you can live through it by not thinking about things.

The second one - it lasts for hours. You're like a bomb, waiting for somebody to pull the wrong wire and if they do, you start choking on your own breath.
Because your breathing is so messed up that you switch from 3 breaths per second to one breath per half a minute through half a second.

It really gets to you once you get what I mean. Basically, you inhale and exhale as if you would like to shout, but only a small guffaw escapes your lips.

When you're overheard of course.

When unheard, all hell breaks loose. You crying become into a shouting match with yourself. The breath is as erratic as described above and all you can do is to clutch on to the thing you are holding and hope it'll pass. And then it does. Only to return by the next wire pull.

Anything works. As long as it is negative, it will send you in a five minute fit of being unable to do anything but sob and breathe and hope it will pass.

And there's nothing to make you feel better until it hasn't passed.