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THE BETRAYAL OF TEARS
2:25 AM
It's 2:25 AM in the morning and I write this in pitch darkness. I will not switch on the lights so no one comes to know my hiding spot; in the corner of the corner most room in our house where I sit huddled up.
Some days my eyes would tear up but oh boy! Dare you say even a single drop would roll out carelessly from my eyes! As if my brain is instructing it to fall but it resists. These days I've realized that each and every, you or me, smaller to microscopic, living or non living has a will of its own. Freedom reins even in the smallest of particles by default and so (maybe) my tears are free to oblige to their own will.
But today in the middle of 3, they suddenly broke down. Maybe to experience warmth, remorse, love,...
It's 2:25 AM in the morning and I write this in pitch darkness. I will not switch on the lights so no one comes to know my hiding spot; in the corner of the corner most room in our house where I sit huddled up.
Some days my eyes would tear up but oh boy! Dare you say even a single drop would roll out carelessly from my eyes! As if my brain is instructing it to fall but it resists. These days I've realized that each and every, you or me, smaller to microscopic, living or non living has a will of its own. Freedom reins even in the smallest of particles by default and so (maybe) my tears are free to oblige to their own will.
But today in the middle of 3, they suddenly broke down. Maybe to experience warmth, remorse, love,...
