The way the tears roll down your face, then slowly to your lips as they meet in a kiss. Each tear holds a memory of the past. The tears fall just as quickly as life passes by. One after another fall, each with their own little story. As the tears slow down, the aching you once felt so strongly in your heart seems to leave. The tears have gone, your eyes have dried and for once you see so clearly the person that you’ve created. Now the tears you’ve shed of past pain become tears of joy for the things around you.
December 15, 2010