Sometimes the answer is water

When little makes sense, and the world feels hard, and you have a mild headache too, you must return to your essence. Sometimes the answer is water.

Most turn to fire first; element of change and destruction. Should you quit? Grow bangs? Move to a new city? Move to a new boyfriend?

You are water. Water adapts to many forms. Water can survive anything and so can you. You must put down the flame, and pick up a glass of yourself.

A meander through wet does something hard to convey in words. Before therapy or coffee, the first medicine was a slap of cold river against naked skin. The river is no warmer; the thing that changed is you.

And sometimes, when the world has worn you to transparency, you just need to cry. This is water returning you to yourself.

Every solution contains water, because water is the essence of you.