Under Duress This is where my brain is.

Shower

The droplets fall around me like a million tears, creating translucent beaded curtains in front of my eyes. The warmth of the shower undulates ever so slightly, imperceptible enough that it might just be my imagination. Every so often the reflection of a droplet distorts the world for a fraction of a second, just brief enough to make me wonder if it ever existed.

I cry here, because in a world full of tears, it's hard to tell which ones are mine.