Tears Are Words The Heart Cannot Express

I am one for crying. That being said, I cry at least once a month. That once, of course, due to the hormonal welling of estrogens. Notwithstanding, a single mistake, a dose of happiness and a pinch of sadness can make me cry. Yes, it isn't only sadness that I cry for. I cry truly as a celebration for all the emotions that color (or stain in some cases) this life. This is not counting the many times I would bawl as I watch movies or read books that touch my heart, end with that "feel-good" sensation, or was just plain disturbing. I'm not even talking about the times I feel tears coming to my eyes as I hear beautiful songs with words I can only dream be dedicated to me. Neither does it include the countless times I breakdown in angry tears or heated sobs.

Some feelings are hard to describe, whilst some are even unfathomable. Some feelings are so heavy that it puts the weight of the world in your shoulders. Some things are better left unsaid. Some problems leave you thinking every night before you go to bed. Some situations make you pray all night that you would dream only of happy things, the complete antithesis of the reality that's dawning. Some special friendships end so abruptly that you wonder if it was all but a dream.

Some moments get so lonely in a place far from home, a place so cold it makes your heart freeze, and a place you just don't have many friends, that you rely on every little bit of the past to make you feel happy. Some lovers leave you looking at albums and albums of your pictures together, every single time you work on an essay but just can't concentrate. Some phone calls don't go the way you expected. And of course, not all the courses you take in life end up the way you planned it to; attesting to the famous "Manusia merancang, Tuhan menentukan".

And for all these, oh yes, I cry. I cry until the tears drown my cheeks and booger fills the capacity of my nasal ways. I bawl 'till I culminate to that point I can just laugh through all those tears; be it happy or sad, angry or frustrated. Yes, crying makes me feel silly afterwards, but it just makes me see clearer through all that cloud. A woman (yes, I'm a woman now) just needs a good day for a good cry to fill whatever void or say whatever words the heart cannot express, of which I have many. So yes, I'll cry whenever I please, whenever I need, and wherever I want, thank you!
It doesn't hurt to be to cry at times!