The clear fluid chases away the pain, the darkness, the sadness burning the feelings away with it's fire casting temporary and illusionary light over me, washing my soul in bittersweet emptiness. And in that emptiness, devoid of feeling, a repugnant solace takes me. And for a time my mind relinquishes, silencing my heart which suffers all the more because the heart doesn't forget. The heart takes those feelings the mind disgards and keeps them locked away in a deep place. Slowly cracking under the pressure until it breaks. A mind with no heart is the soul of madness.