He was alone in a deep puddle of his own tears, saltwater burning his cheek and pelicans circling. He is aware of his state, feverish agony, but something prevents him from standing and walking away. "if I remain here, my tears will swallow me whole. My skin will shrivel and rot. But no matter how hard I try, I simply cannot leave this place, or this very own static position"

He's waiting for a hand to pull him out of his misery, for that one well-known hand left him long ago. He's waiting for someone to sympathize with his pain once again, but time goes by, and the pelicans are soon to become vultures. Instead of circling, they will eat them up raw.