Brazen Drops

Sparkle is temporary and perfection is only a temporary state of contentment.

Home is perfection coated in love, a place surrounded with warmth, where fighting stubbornly persists and emotions are easily jarred and just as quickly forgiven. Justification is not needed, explanations are cast aside. Despite what happens, love acts as a reassurance that all will be well.

Yet loneliness lies in a layer beneath everything, waiting to burst out when the ones you love have left you, no matter the time or distance. It eats away at your stomach and burns away your reasoning until all you're left with are tiny drops of emotion that drain from your eyes.

Tears are fascinating things, reason lost in a sea of despair. They set in when a storm of words and emotions overwhelm the senses and leave one with nothing but an overpowering loss of control. The greater in numbers they fall, the greater the calm after the storm.

Hauntingly beautiful and freakishly powerful, nothing else compares to this complete breeching of defenses.