What the  water knows

Sometimes the only way to escape pain is to flow.

The drops that slide down my cheek are not tears... Words that have not been spoken.

Words that remain in my throat, resentments that time has forgotten, wounds that were neither shouted nor forgotten

Water 9 has come this time not for life but to wash my soul.

Let it rain and pass and perhaps take with it what can no longer be held.

In my closed gaze, the world is tired

But in this silence there is a point to start again

Because even the darkest tears open a path to light

This piece is an attempt to capture a moment that simultaneously burns within and extinguishes the outside.