Swimming in the ocean of my Cerebrospinal fluid I soon come to realize the watery substance circulating through the hollow cavities of my brain was actually made from the sweat running down my face, seeping into my ears like the ache of my thoughts that clog them with the fear of uncertainty. From the tears that I force to roll back into my eyes. Penetrating through every one of my brains ventricles. Burning like the salt without the water on the open wound of tomorrow. Immersing into the damaged vessels that I like to call home. Rationalizing the thought of feeling pain better then feeling nothing. While the tears and the sweat slowly dissipate, I hold onto the sliver of hope that my mind will wash all my fears and doubts with every upcoming wave.
