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Tears.
It’s when the dryness in your mouth becomes unbearable. Soon the chills give you little bumps running up and down your arms and legs. The inside of your stomach twists around your heart that beats as if you were surged with electricity, while your body is running on empty. Emptier than imaginable. All you want and need is peace, quiet, sleep. But your mind runs at a faster pace than you thought possible. Jumping to and from every possiblity, incapability, wish, dream, hope, and desire you have or have ever had. All you can hold onto is your own two hands, wringing them to match the motion with the ringing sound so apparent in your ears. You can see mouths move but you can’t make out words. Thoughts replace speech and terror replaces every last thought. Then the stinging behind your forcefully shut eyelids surfaces, bringing to your attention a single tiny salty water drop that replaces the feelings in your wrung out hands. Returns movement to your worn out body. Slows your racing heart to an almost complete stop, and your mind shuts down completely. All that is left is your heart. And it’s speaking loud and clear. All it can tell you is to never give up what you love more than life. But to question when you don’t love it more than life. The only things left are the obvious tear in your ego and rip in your sole. When is giving everything you’ve got, enough?
