Sullen drops of watered indulgence fell towards a placid and malleable expanse. A girl lays in a porcelain prison, submerged and subjugated to her own blind and internal tortures. Drip…Drip…Drip. She lay with demons in her watery grave and they tear at her thoughts of self doubt and whisper sweet release from a razor-edged finality. The utter desolation of self induced mortality rests in her right hand as she draws its steeled edge towards the ivory covering of her skin. One burst of strength is all she needs and she will never feel abandoned again, the world no longer her scorning mother and she no longer the abused lover. If only she could find it inside herself, the courage to end it all. With a gurgled, underwater scream, she hurls the razor out of the water and sits up gasping. As an infinite sadness fell upon her soul, no tears leaked from her eyes. No tears, although they would have been a sweet and blessed release. Disillusionment follows her like a wake through a cold and foreboding home, no recognition lightening her eyes as she moves through unknown touches she once loved so much. A home, forever cherished, now seems a choking and unbearable encasement. She swims through the thickening time, blunted sensibilities grasping the universe in a drugged reality.
     Her existence crawls across the shattered glass of the outside world and the days swim around her. Yet she is never touched. Not once is she embraced or acknowledged by humanities reaching. Her eyes gaze unfocused on the scene before her, the scene of life in all its vibrancy and the hues and shades of sweet emotion fade to a grayed being. She walks along the paved highways of societal consciousness and not a soul jostles or bumps her lost and restless spirit. Suddenly she is stopped in her mindless floating, and sees the futility she feels exemplified. She weeps for dead flowers and for a girl who once could sing.
     The world builds upon itself, barricading against her in an unknown effort of exclusion. She finds herself surrounded by the harsh electricity of the nights fleeting pleasures, forever sought but never spoken of. The faces swaying to the measured time of life around her blur with an unimaginable indefiniteness. The faces, the bodies, the beings smear and blend into one another as souls close the gap encouraged by society. She stands among them, covered in the makeup of fake smiles and happiness that is so unreal. And yet she is passed by now by the mere colored blurs as they swirl and fly together far away from her sadness. Then, he is there, her light burned out to quickly. A face, solid among the wisps of person she had begun to rely upon. Definite features cry out to her heart and she is beyond hope of a defined reality returned to her. But he turns his face away, unseeing of her as all seem to be. She screams in furied anguish, and the sudden blackening of numbing sadness fill the void again.
     Drip…Drip…Drip. The water surrounds her yet again as the world weighs down upon the shattered soul once so cherished. The sullen droplets no longer came from the rusted, leaking faucet, but were the salted tears of her utmost desolation. Drip…Drip…Drip. Every dream and hope she dared to cherish slid down her cheeks and fell to the tidal depths.
    With a start and a crash she tears through her unknown home, screaming for the need to feel, to know, to remember, to be again. She cries to be something again, anything but this lifeless husk, blown by the winds of tragedy. Violent waves of desperate aloneness crashed upon her as she rips at the realities of her home. Inconsequential belongings fall to the floor as she rages through her once sturdy life. Ragged screaming tears and frustration fill her mind and burn away the sadness that was once there, replacing it with a burning desire to live.
     And then she is trapped, no longer by a lost life of remorseful abandon. The glittering soul of the world blazes through the windowed eye and she sees what she has so wanted to see. The suns quaint brilliance renewed the faith she had so desperately sought after. She wipes the burning tears from her eyes and her clouded vision is cleansed as she drains away the past in her big white bathtub.