exhale.

Tears II

I cry a lot more than I used to,

And I don't see that as a bad thing.

I cry because I feel.

I feel because I am alive.

And isn't that a brilliant thing? To be alive.

Of course all my tears are not happy tears.

But they're not all sad either.

Sometimes they are angry.

Burning as they leave my eyes, and running like lava down my face.

Sometimes they are frustrated.

Falling sporadically accompanied by bursts of sound leaving my lips.

And yes, sometimes they're sad.

Those are the worst kind.

And sometimes, sometimes they're happy.

And the bursts of laughter leaving my lips,

Are filled with joy.

And in that one moment

I'm so blissfully, inexplicably happy and it's wonderful.

If only for just a moment.

But again, everything must come to an end.

And that's okay.

I cry because I am alive,

And that's okay.

"If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile."

(January 10, 2017)