~Tears-Defined~

As I sit here pulling of little chinks of this oh so tasty piece of bread, and popping them into the corner of my mouth… I find myself thinking. I’m thinking about tears. They’re really strange when you think about them the way I do. Before I was just like you in thinking, “How could a simple thing like a wet annoying tear be so complex?” Sometimes they just come when you least expect them. But no matter how much I prepare myself for them they’re still a different sensation each time they come around. I always get his little tingle in my nose and a tiny pinprick in my throat. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ You’ve also got the kind of tears that you try to swallow back. But when you think about it… how can you swallow back something that’s in your eyes? Doesn’t make much sense when you think about it… now does it? I always just let them come and slide down my face. Something had to bring them there in the first place. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ But you know what I find? If you look up they finally slow down, and then they stop. Like you’re looking up at the night sky and you wish upon your star. It’s doesn’t matter where you happen to be. Your eyes are the most powerful objects in your body. You can communicate without uttering a word. Tears are just another of the little miracles they produce. Yes. Tears… a miracle of love. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ I don’t know about you but most always the real tears come because of someone… not of something. You know what the real tears are… don’t you? Real tears are the heavy slow rolling ones that say in your eyes a while before falling out. They’re afraid to fall out because they don’t want to hurt anyone… those are the real tears. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ So these tears are for you… MoM to say how much I love you… and to apologize for just being myself. Remember that day when I asked you, if you could use one word to describe me… what would it be? Do you remember what you said? I do… you said I was DETERMINED And there for you, you have it. My tears Defined.I love you mom. Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 01:27 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1