It's been a while . . .
If there's something I'm really good at, something I know more about than anyone else, it would be crying.
I know how to cry.
I know how to sad cry, happy cry, angry cry, frustrated cry.
It's not about your facial expression; it's a whole body experience.
You cry with your toes.
You cry by bending your knees.
You cry by wrapping your arms around your chest.
You cry by not trying to wipe the tears away.
You let it be.
You let them fall where they may.
Complete and utter abandon of your body.
The tears wash over you, not just physically but emotionally.
A wet stream down your earlobeand it tickles you with it's lack of strength.
It's weak like your body.
You find yourself exhausted from this lack of control.
Something took over you.
Something used you and now you find strength in the way it dried your face and hardened your skin.
You find life in that harsh moment between a hard sob and a deep breath.
I know how to cry.
I know how to sad cry, happy cry, angry cry, frustrated cry.
It's not about your facial expression; it's a whole body experience.
You cry with your toes.
You cry by bending your knees.
You cry by wrapping your arms around your chest.
You cry by not trying to wipe the tears away.
You let it be.
You let them fall where they may.
Complete and utter abandon of your body.
The tears wash over you, not just physically but emotionally.
A wet stream down your earlobeand it tickles you with it's lack of strength.
It's weak like your body.
You find yourself exhausted from this lack of control.
Something took over you.
Something used you and now you find strength in the way it dried your face and hardened your skin.
You find life in that harsh moment between a hard sob and a deep breath.