Sometimes you have to taste your own tears. Stop the morose thoughts, lift a finger to your face and dab at that stream pouring down. Feel the salt and the sweet, seeping into different parts of your tongue , confounding your senses. Your heart and mind speak to each other and churn a cauldron of release, creating this elixir to for a purpose, for a lesson to be learnt.

Come on, do it, taste it; the antidote to your pain, the pus of a broken blister within. Commit them to memory before they evaporate and leave silted cheeks.

Let them not be wasted, let them not be forgotten.