Get lost in the waves Solo

Feb 17th 2022

Clair sat at the side of the great lake, her back leaning on a tree, her face puffy from a long night of crying, falling asleep and then waking up in tears after a few moments, it had been a long hard night, she sat there by the great lake thinking, she had come out to relax, and to paint, to paint with water colour paints, a gift from her late mother, she treasured this gift with all her heart, it had been the last gift she would ever get from her mum.
She stared at the water, as it moved, as the water swirled. She felt like she was that water, like she was was swirly inside, all broken into pieces, never to be fixed again.
She gulped and started to paint the lake, as she stroked her brush she felt her heart swirl more and more, like it was falling apart, she closed her eyes and tried to block a tear that was pushing it's way out, yet, what was the point? Why did she try? The tears were going to come whether it was now or in a hour, they would come, a d they would never stop, they would flow until she was burried in them, she opened her eyes again, letting the tear fall, and it did fall, right onto her page, the tear smudged her painting, but in a way it was prettier that way, she looked away from the painting and back to the lake, and it's swirly water, she felt like she was lost in it.
(wc 270)