She had spent half the day crying. Her tears immediately washed away. She had cried in the shower and it felt cathartic. She then had gone out to walk around and it started to rain. Her tears kept streaming mixing in with the rain. Now she was back.
Everything looked dusty and devoid of any meaning. She wished her tears could mop up the world and bring clarity while scrubbing the world of physical and mental debris.
Categories: mental health, photography, Psychology, society, women, writing prompt
When i Get Sad i Dance
With A Mop True it’s
Mop Yet i’ve
Done It So Long
The Happy Becomes Real..:)