Look Inside My Head

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drippty. Drop.

Life passes by. Like a droplet of water falling into the sink.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drippty. Drop.

I watch ever so carefully, the hands that control this water. Moving it out of sync. Those hands that wash themselves in this water.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drippty. Drop.

I listen for the flow. Ignoring the interruption of cup being filled. The essence of the water being stolen from the tap.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drippty. Drop.

I feel the splash as it is interrupted then left to fall. To try and resume its original shape.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drippty. Drop.

So I preserve it. I hold back the dirty plates. The empty cups. The washing hands.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drippty. Drop.

And I close the tap. Tight. Holding in the water for itself till another day has passed.

Drip.

Drip.

Drop.