It begins from somewhere,a memory, a statement, a voice.And the tears come gushing inlike maddening storm to an otherwise perfectly solemn time. Weeping times, they areof things that cannot be changed,of things that aren’t accepted. We cry for these, don’t we?Everything else falls in between. So, my friend, when was the last timeyou had tears…Read More
Why does my already half heart keep breaking fully all the time?