I love Water.
I hate Water.
I love Showers.
The noise blocking out your thoughts, letting you just be. Letting the water run over yourself, washing away anything and everything of the day.
That is amazing. That is healing. That is escaping.
I hate Baths.
The stillness and silence it leaves, even if you blare music. You're left to your own thoughts, no rushing of water to block it out.
That is torture. That is hell. That is a prison.
I love Rain.
The pitter-patter of the droplets hitting your roof, covering everything. Giving you the perfect noise to not think to.
That is relaxing. That is freeing. That is lovely.
I hate Tears.
The salty taste it leaves in your mouth, the burning in your eyes, reminding you just how weak you are. Red tracks down your cheeks, giving others the right to ridicule you and judge you without knowing anything.
That is humiliating. That is punishment. That is awful.
That is Water.
