It's just a sip of water, isn't that so easy to say? Yet the water is a stop, a poison that must be ejected. The once so sweet water taking me to a stop. The question of why is hard to answer, words wrapping around my brain taking me hostage. Unable to speak. 

Yet for all the poison water is, I realize it shouldn't be. My mind being tied so loosely, so unbound compared to those of others. Surely I shouldn't be the one who's water feels so toxic. Surely it would be easy to loosen my own minds binding to escape. Yet I can't. Rather i feel as though I'm tightening them further. As though I'm  the only thing stopping the binds from falling off.

So now my water is hard to drink, every sip taken with hesitation. Nausea following soon after. Before the night comes, and I'll try to get it out, try to empty the water inside. Maybe eventually I could escape this, make my water sweet again. And one day that may be. Or perhaps I will rid of my cowardice, and be the desert I wish to become.