Teardrop

Night
Empty room
Dimmed light
Soft music playing in the background.
I sit
Paralyzed.
Starring
Starring into nothing
Just starring.
Unable to think
To speak
To move...
And then
A movement
Or at least I think.
And again
A movement
A feeling...
I can feel a teardrop falling down my paralyzed face
Slowly
Gracefully.
I can feel its descent down my eyeball
It slipping between the density of my eyelashes
Its slow ride down the nose-side lane
And its persistent movement disrupting my paralyzed cheeks.
Night
An empty room
A paralyzed body
And a rebellious teardrop...