you’re most beautiful when you cry. when your heart doesn’t feel whole, when it shatters as you thought of the people you’ve hurt, and that people is no one but you as an entity. and that crying makes you whole. it reveals the red on your cheeks, it reveals the yellow undertones of your fair skin. your eyelashes become wet, darken with your eyes as it intensify into a deeper black. you cry and you won’t stop, you cry and you think of the ocean — the wonderful blue. the green of the water, and the red in the twilight sky. you think of medusa, her crazy roaming hair and sings ulik mayang in your heart. both narrated in the little mermaid, and the old Malay folklore — the evil one is a woman with crazy hair. you think of your own boring locks — straight black hair that smelled like coconut. it mattered so much that you cry, and that you cried often into your hair, or the scent of your hair. where are you, where are you. where is the sea. a woman is most beautiful when she’s by the sea, the salt water heals (one tumblr poet once said and got reblogged like a million times). but it’s not the salt water; it’s the blue ocean — it brings out her eyes no matter if they are blue, green, brown or whatever. and the breeze. because the breeze dries up her tears, and by the ocean, no man, woman or dog can lie.
there is truth in that, somewhere, somehow.