by Lucy Jun 16, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
They kept changing, one to the other. I could feel tears surfacing to my eyes, but I still would not open my eyes. I felt a tear squeeze through and run down my cheek and into the small curve of the side of my mouth. I could taste the warm saltiness which brought me comfort in a strange way. I could feel more tears following the trail of the first tear, but I never wiped them away, I just let them run down the trail following one after another. |