“Time
engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.”-Natalie Clifford
Barney.
Sometimes all you really want to do is to cry.
Not necessarily because you’re sad, or depressed, or
grieving, but because you just want to. Because you need to.
I hear having a good cry is relieving. It’s supposed to make
you feel better. It ‘waters the soul.’
Especially when you’re sitting on your floor, shoulders
sagging, the weight of the world upon you, and you’re just so tired from…everything.
Waiting for the tears that eventually don’t come is
frustrating.
So what do you do?
You go out and try walking it off.
When that doesn’t work, you try running.
Then laughing.
Then screaming.
Then praying.
Sometimes, writing works.
At the end of the day though, you find out what you knew
from the very beginning: that nothing can match up to letting it all flow and
stream out of you.
So you sit, and you concentrate, and you try and force it
out. You feel it coming, the lump forming, the eyes welling…
…and then suddenly it stops completely.
You try again.
And nothing happens.
Stupid stubborn dry ducts.
Enough said here.
Ps. if you’re in the mood for a tearjerker, watch Grave of the Fireflies. Not the type of crying I was looking for, but there were wet eyes. It’s a start.
Thankyou for the offer. If you have any recommendations, share away!
