Tears

As the first tear sneaks its way out of your eye, your start to feel it smoothly flow down your face, slowly but willingly. It leaves a trace on your skin that cools the pores. Your skin absorbs it, trying to make your face dry again but more come tumbling down faster and faster, leaving small pools of water on your face, as you clutch your fist to calm yourself. The tears change from cool to warm, making you feel better from letting out what you’ve been holding on.

You let out a sigh as your warm breath escapes your mouth, heating the air around you. A heat that not only comforts your body, but also your soul. As your lips start twitching again, you remember the reason why this melancholy feeling came to place. This time with less compassion, tears start rushing through your eyes.

 As they stream down your face they create a mask that is wet and sticky to the touch. As you wipe off the remains from your eye lids, you have a feeling of confidence that overpowers you. Then you reach a point where you just give in to that power, and find out what it’s trying to say. And you follow it. You walk to the bathroom .And with the slightest curb of your hand, you turn on the faucet, push your hands together creating a circle that is being filled up with water and splash it on your face .Washing away the old mask ,and replacing it with a new one. Feeling refreshed as your new water coated mask seeps into your skin. And your sorrow disappears.