Monday, April 14, 2014


These are not tears of pain or sadness.
They are tears of a biological response to uncontrollable prolonged coughing and the hacking out of my heart and lungs.
They are not tears of joy.
They are the streaming tears of reminiscing and yearning for the days lost to history. Mine and the world's.
They are not tears of shame.
They are tears of fear for the unexpected and the unthinkable acts of imagination.
These are not tears of pride.
These are tears from years of suppressed emotions, both kind and hurtful, strong and weak.
                  See the unseen.
                     These are my

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