How long does it take for something to hit you hard enough to make you cry? Sure, none of us are children anymore physically and in some cases with everything around is, not mentally either.. but what about spiritually? What about that cage beneath our chest that protects the one thing that lets people around us know whether we’re alive or gone? Your heart, although not physically bruised, it may be metaphorically bruised by so many things and though we’re adults and don’t cry because someone stole our cookies from our lunch pale or threw their paint brush at our faces, there are other things that hurt. Things that can hurt and things that still hurt.
So.. how long? Honestly, the last time I cried, had been the last time I posted just before I wrote the latest entry just a week or so ago. It was an overflow, a broken dam. I cried so hard that I choked, but I couldn’t pinpoint the center.. the reason I cried. Maybe I just needed to? God knows why I cried, but I don’t. Today though… I think I know why I want or even feel the need to cry. The question is: Will I do it?
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