I recently came across an image depicting a single drop of water on the verge of letting itself fall down from a tap. Few people shared their views on it by just referencing it as something precious, that is water. I looked a little closer, a little deeper and i just couldn't figure it out if was my view or my mental assessment that showed a woman within the drop. A lonely woman, someone who too was on the verge of letting herself fall down.
I then realized that neither the rusty tap nor the water mattered anymore. Neither was the woman within it. It was me, my exact reflection, my exact position in life. Memories rushed back, killing every ounce of integrity i had within me. My body grew pale, everything within seemed still, my mouth dry, nails ripping apart.
Nothing is inevitable. Not the tears when in pain, not the laugh of joy, not even OBLIVION.
