In the Shape of Tears

Sometimes we shed tears because words fail us – and people too. Because we fail ourselves. Because we are too much inside that our inside explodes – in the shape of tears. We go through multiple stages. The second we feel the emotion getting way inside us; then how it starts growing bigger and bigger; then something happens, in the form of a sharp pin, that pricks it. And boom. The balloon, our hearts, explodes.

In the shape of tears.

The waves of rough days cover our bodies and souls, and drag us to a place unknown, a place where things are foggy and the vision is unclear. Our eyes are wide open that dust starts hurting our pupils. We try to seal our eyelids. We close them, because they were too open. Too much got inside, like our hearts. Being able to identify the objects is a blessing not a lot of people have. Being able to decide what your heart accepts and what it should refuse is a blessing very few people have. Some say it is a skill, or the result of too much pain. Some people are just unlucky. Everything goes inside their eyes – and hearts.

So in the shape of tears, such hearts explode.

Most of the time, there is no one to blame, not even the genes. It just happens. Sometimes, life just happens. There are days when life seems tough, but it is not tough. It just seems tough. Sometimes, it is tough. Today, it is not tough; but we hope if our hearts were so. If they were tough. Not so fragile and weak (or is it week? I always miss this word. I’ll go for weak, as my heart feels it shows weakness).

In the shape of tears, we break apart.

Crying is a sign of strength. The bigger the explosion, the deeper and louder the cries are, which clearly indicates how much inside was buried. Crying is a sign of strength because it tells so much about that person. It tells how hard they try. It is alright that they fail. They tried. It shows how deep they get to things. How blended they are. How involved.

People usually cry over gone things, or things they know for sure will go. People cry because they are helpless. Because they are incapable of holding on to what their internal wants. They cry because they are lost or because they lost something. They cry because their emotions were set on – and that, alone, shows greatness: they felt (a luxury not a lot have).

We explode in the shape of tears, because water is weak. And water is fragile. And water is transparent. But water can hold ships made of steel.

We explode in the shape of tears because, like water, we keep going despite the great depth of the hurt within, and despite the darkness inside.

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