Hey everybody! Spring is coming, and here's just a little drabble I wrote in my head, oddly, maybe even ironically, in the shower today. Ah, just the usual stuff here, read and review, blah blah blah…. you know :)
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In each tear we cry, there lies within memories of that which we cry over. Sometimes, we cry of lost loved ones. Other times, it is simply emotional turmoil. Whatever the reason is, we cry. You may cough to clear your throat, sigh to clear your thoughts. But when we cry, we clear our hearts. No, we do not clear away all memories. Instead, we clear away the pain, leaving only love and warmth in our hearts. People have said that tears are sparkling, beautiful, but why? Perhaps it is because we lock so many memories away, both painful and happy, and then we pour out our hearts as we weep. Perhaps tears sparkle because they hold precious memories. As a tear splashes on the ground, it is not merely because it made of water, and water does not stay together. No, when a tear bursts apart on cold stone, it is as if the memories scatter to all ends of the earth. Tears do not mean you are weak and sensitive. They merely indicate that you have compassion in your soul, sorrow for losing loved ones. Tears are salty; salty as they drip onto your lips, reminding you of the bitterness and anger you felt, and will still feel later. But there is still life in your tears. There are stories of other worlds, magical worlds, hidden away in storybooks, in which tears restore life to the deceased. We may question the power we hold, but we will never master the unseen and unheard. Tears fall like crystal diamonds, clear as glass, fragments of broken hearts and promises in the crystal depths. If we are so clever, why can't we see that people hurt? Why can't we create a device that will allow us to zoom in on tears and glimpse the memories resting gently within? Our memories are bits of the soul, fused into water, the gentle element of life. Angels can see every memory, every wound of the soul. They can hear our hearts crying, sobbing, for something, anything, to stop the pain. We bleed, but it is not seen to the naked eye. Angels see the blood, pouring from our cut souls. And we still cry, so scared and alone in this world. As the years pass, we hold crystal tears on our fingertips and relive moments of our past. Bitter, warm, salty tears that cascade down our cheeks. And are we lovely when we cry, when all we see is swollen eyes, a red face? But do the others see past that? Are we beautiful, even when weeping, even in death? We might be beautiful on the inside, outside, or we may simply radiate with the beauty that has been given us. For our tears are not always in sorrow, but sometimes tears of blissful happiness. Our tears can hold more than anger and sadness, even as the wars rage around us, physically and mentally. You can hold someone, tell them you love them, and you will see tears of happiness amidst the storm raging. We do not have to weep only in sorrow. As we lay our heads down on the stones, the waves crashing over us, we weep once more, memories hidden in silvery teardrops.
Well, there you have it. Short, I know. Sorry 'bout that, folks. I wasn't exactly feeling up to something long. Review, please. That button's just begging to be clicked on. :D