Wells of emotion bubble beneath the surface. Some boil over, blurring vision and running down the face to freedom.

Tears fall from eyes, unorganized, arrhythmic, and muddled. They blur reality and renounce meaning.

Words flow from fingers, elegant, flowing, and pure. They generate clarity and create purpose.

Salty drops cascade down her face, plopping as ink on paper. Pure emotion transposed to a secret language. Tears reveal a story to all who can read them.