I have a theory. I have a theory that our tears hold all our memories. When I was little, the tears would leak out of my eyes but never fall, rather they could cling to my cheek like a child to mother. Now, my tears rush down my cheeks as if they couldn’t be happier to be free of me. I think that memories weigh them down. I don’t think we lose the memories, I am not so naïve to hope for a moment that our saddest thoughts could be shed. But I do think that these tears reflect our memories, and these reflections pull the tears down to their inevitable shattering.
–The Poetess
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The Perks Of Being A 14 Year Old Writer And Poet
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I never thought of tears that way before – but now I will.