There are moments in life where you feel like you can't breathe. Moments when words aren't suffice, and the tears suddenly verbalize all that is inside. Yet sadly, there is no lexicon that categorizes the size of tears into a form of communicative words. There is no interpreter to translate in your language. Tears, tears, tears... The just flow, helping release the pain, the sadness, the depression.
At times I want to get rid of that soffocating feeling. My tears aren't enough. My sadness is too embedded in me to get out; like a river that has paved a path in the rock for ages, it wears you out. So tonight, as so many moments in my life, I look for an aide... To my sactuary in solace, Radiohead.