I watch as it lazily creeps down my wrists and palms, before collecting at my edges and falling away.
Thick.
Damp.
Warm.
I wonder when, and if, it will dry.
Perhaps it will dry in a few moments?
Perhaps I don't want it to dry.
Slowly, I lift my head to meet the agonized, awkward catastrophe that faces me.
Oliver D. Cooper is a young man living in Tennessee, writing both to ease his own worries and spread awareness, acceptance, and proper representation for mental health struggles.
