Once upon a death...
Mood:  hug me
Topic: I'm so incomplete
As if the crying stops my pain... I love my tears with all my heart. Held inside my rugged calloused hands, i cradle every drop. The pool of hurt and resentment begins to warm and in it there is a small world. A world where pain is normal, and everyone cries tears of malice and discontent. The sky is gray like ash and melted crayons of black. The ground is as cold as my heart. But my heart is filled with love for these tears... Because without them I would be not.