Ocean of Thoughts

At that moment she stopped crying, muffled her sobs and fixed her posture. She looked into the mirror, tied her hair and in her hand a tissue, she wiped her tears and tried to hide any traces of crying, though alas, her eyes are a little red. So she rested for five minutes, got up and faced the mirror again, looking into her reflection with deep thought, she breathed heavy air, closed her eyes and prayed for a quick prayer, and opened them as if she had transformed herself in a milisecond. In a flash, all traces of her pain were gone, she had done it, she has hidden her pain. She had done it in a skillful way, as she’s done it all before, as someone who had mastered a craft, how a chef cuts using knives, how a reporter is fluent with words, she was fluent with her emotions and put them into a halt, an excruciatingly painful halt. For she had done it a thousand times before, and she knew she would still do it, for more than a thousand times more…