.:Tear Heal:.

It was one of those days where you wish you were Snow White, just to sleep and sleep and not be distressed by what’s going on outside the glass box.

Somehow I had brought the problems upon myself; somehow I needed to process and think what was going on in my life. I wanted to feel sad, angry and melancholic; deep down inside I desired those cold water drops, hidden in the very bottom of my essence, to run down my face just to get me thinking straight, just to put my cheer back in place.

I, as an observer, got my feet back on the ground when I heard the tear drops crush into my green bed cover; such a beautiful sound; how wonderful the feeling of feeling and manifesting it through a drop of what is essential in our lives. Water, so clear and pure, healing and refreshing, how it gets the dust and sight of being buried far down out, and brings light back into our eyes as soon as they start their trip down through the flesh of our bones and off our prominent and particular features.

In the end I wake up from the so called fairy tale, and take a deep breath that seems as the first, giving me the strength to stand up for my self and confront the outer and inner issues that scared me at first. And as soon as my head makes contact with the soft feathers of my pillow, the sky clears. And before I know it, I’m awake to a new and fresh day, to give the world another chance.