trying my patience

they say the body is made up of 70% water. I swear today mine seems to be made up of 99.9% and I can keep the water from welling from behind my eyes, threatening to spill out. I want to scream, to cry; but I know, the harder way, the calm way might just get me through it. I'm trying to be patient, trying to stay calm, but living with this sudden uncertainty is making me wonder if sanity is the vacation and insanity is life.