Last time I cried, I was all
drenched with tears and sweat that I could hardly breathe. I was so caught up
with the moment that I was lost for rationale and more so of the presence of
time. I was quiet slumped and sulking over a bountiful spill that I have not
been aware of my personal needs. All I could think of was how to put my aching
heart to rest.
I know crying my eyes off won’t
help me get by, more so, surpass the ordeal. I need to control myself, though I
am trying, still to no avail. I cannot stop even if I want to. Of the days that
I kept things to myself, I would end up sleeping after a tearful session. By
the time I wake up, I would be all sore and weary of the world around me.


