Water helps to set a calming mood, lulls me into nothingness.
I sit and stare out.
My goal today is to survive one more hour without succumbing to waves of grief.
I'm fragile, a paper boat on a bobbing wave.
I can drown any second. Sleeplessness, irritability, anger are my companions.
Today, we will leave and go pick berries until I lose track of who I am, whom I've lost.
Tomorrow is far away.