There's always something worth crying over.
Sometimes I like to sit in front of the mirror and think about all the horrible things going on in my life. I like to watch my face change; the subtle changes at first, then more dramatic. Sometimes my face will not change at all and the tears will begin streaming from a serene face.
Watching yourself in those moments of weakness... No, watching yourself in those moments of strength can do strange things to you. I often find myself feeling stronger, more determined to change, to fix the things that are wrong. To find the cause of my pains and overcome them. I think this is because when we see people we love cry we are compelled to help them, to cure them. When it's yourself that you are seeing this feeling seems magnified, expanded, urgent... perhaps.
Dear Tear Drops,
i love you
You are beauty; you inspire courage, empathy, sympathy, vulnerability & honesty.
Sometimes you betray me, tell others things I would have rather kept to myself. At these times I fight to hold you back, to stop you from blurting out my true feelings to the world. I know that you don't do this viciously, you simply believe in truth, especially when emotions are involved, and I find this sincerity arresting, overwhelmingly gorgeous.
You are beautiful in many ways, in your fluidity, the smooth and graceful way you roll through life. You are a constant comfort to me, you always hold the answers to my problems and aid me through moments of intense and utter sorrow.
We've been spending a lot of time together lately. You seem to have an innate ability to sense when I am lonely and visit me then. You sit with me through the pain and become my companion in loneliness.
You and I have a private love, a love that is more earnest then anything I have ever felt. You have a way of looking at me, straight in the eyes, that touches me more than anything. When you stare at me like this I imagine that you are sitting inside my brain reading my thoughts and pouring your profound serenity through the wells in my eyes.
Come sit with me,
(L)
Sometimes I like to sit in front of the mirror and think about all the horrible things going on in my life. I like to watch my face change; the subtle changes at first, then more dramatic. Sometimes my face will not change at all and the tears will begin streaming from a serene face.
Watching yourself in those moments of weakness... No, watching yourself in those moments of strength can do strange things to you. I often find myself feeling stronger, more determined to change, to fix the things that are wrong. To find the cause of my pains and overcome them. I think this is because when we see people we love cry we are compelled to help them, to cure them. When it's yourself that you are seeing this feeling seems magnified, expanded, urgent... perhaps.
Dear Tear Drops,
i love you
You are beauty; you inspire courage, empathy, sympathy, vulnerability & honesty.
Sometimes you betray me, tell others things I would have rather kept to myself. At these times I fight to hold you back, to stop you from blurting out my true feelings to the world. I know that you don't do this viciously, you simply believe in truth, especially when emotions are involved, and I find this sincerity arresting, overwhelmingly gorgeous.
You are beautiful in many ways, in your fluidity, the smooth and graceful way you roll through life. You are a constant comfort to me, you always hold the answers to my problems and aid me through moments of intense and utter sorrow.
We've been spending a lot of time together lately. You seem to have an innate ability to sense when I am lonely and visit me then. You sit with me through the pain and become my companion in loneliness.
You and I have a private love, a love that is more earnest then anything I have ever felt. You have a way of looking at me, straight in the eyes, that touches me more than anything. When you stare at me like this I imagine that you are sitting inside my brain reading my thoughts and pouring your profound serenity through the wells in my eyes.
Come sit with me,
(L)
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