it is not awkward for someone of the wildest mood swing as me to just suddenly cry
not strange at all
well, i do wonder why it happened myself anyway and try to reason the cause
most of the time
it is by no means easy to pinpoint what the exact cause is
most of the time, it's probably just a surge of emotion in a spur of moment causing by the accumulated frustration, dissatisfaction, disappointment in me, the world and the people surrounding
all it needs is the combination of some right stimulant
the act of crying certainly induces physical pain in the process
like the inevitable throb of a wrenching heartache, like the acute pain when your eyes are dictated to produce water in such a urgent and abrupt manner
do you sometimes feel left out as if none in the world could have understood what is going on your mind
as if it it would've been great if just 80% of what we were trying to convey is comprehended and shared
and you feel as a lone empty can left forgotten in the corner of the world
the Earth contines to revolve in its rythm and people are moving non-stop, too caught up in whatever business on their minds
and it is you staying still, trying to contemplate and rearrange yourself, collect all your pieces to carry on with the life as it is
making sense of yourself and the universe, getting disappointed at your own language
alone and singular
helplessly and desperately trying to connect the thoughts and ideas while assuring yourself and ascertaining some meaning to the whole process
well, guess all beings are lonely creatures in the universe
yes, what matters it the attempt of sharing, even though it is almost hopeless to share your thoughts, right?
・・・・・・・
and even in those vague dreams i have, there is such painful recognition in the deepest corner of my subconciousness telling me that that is a dream, no matter how real the sensation gets, cause you were calling me in the most endearing voice that i so long to hear
cant help bursting into tears in my sleep, awaring that it is definitely a dream, as it can only happen in my dream, being caressed and being loved by you
maybe
in time when i feel the loneliest and the most trivial in the world, you would appear ascertaining i was not
maybe it is just my period getting near
maybe it is the vanish of the moon
or maybe i was just being nostalgic
people talking without speaking
people hearing without listening....
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