The Cycle

Moist
Damp
Flowing
Droplets
Down
Warm
Leaving tracks of their existence
A sniff
A shiver
A touch of my finger
A wipe
Disappearance
Temporary
Return
Salty
Buildup
Internal
External
Dripping
Running
Tsunami
Cascade
A waterfall has escaped
Traveling
Cheeks
Eyes
Lips
Tongue
The taste of depression
The feeling of wet
My soul
My world
Drenched
Drowning but not drowned
Sinking but not sunk
Swimming in a sea of familiarity

I cried today
Just like I did yesterday
And tomorrow…
Tomorrow
Well…

I’ll probably cry again.