It has been waiting a long while for me to release it, and now is its time. And as it flows into that great ocean of tears that humanity has shed, becoming lost in the vastness, the endless stream of sorrows that we have made for ourselves, I feel a tremendous emptiness, and it is as if this tear is much more than a tiny drop of water; this tear is a part of me that I am losing, and will never know again.
My tears release me, for a moment, from that horrible truth, so that I can again become lost in my dream world of life, in the fantasy of my existence. But this time, I can't quite seem to pull that off.
I am lost, not knowing where to go, what to do. All the promises that life made to me have somehow been broken, my little girl dreams shattered, and my heart hopelessly broken in the process. Now all I carry in my chest is an empty shell of a few memories.
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