The most painful cries are those you do not know what for.
I am crying,
because why not?
If that is what I feel,
why not?
But there is one problem,
I do not know why I am crying.
Does it need a reason?
Does everything need a reason?
Maybe not—
maybe not everything,
maybe crying is an exception.
And it is pure
because it came from heart,
and I am crying,
I do not know why—
and that is okay.
Yes,
it’s okay to cry,
it’s okay to fall sometimes.
It’s okay to burst,
it’s okay to not try.
It’s okay to cry,
that is fine,
and all will be alright—
just cry.
It is raining,
while lying in bed I could not stop crying,
I do not know why I feel this way—
when I should not be.
But it is okay to feel this way,
it is okay to cry even if you do not know the reason.
Yes . . .
But maybe . . .
just maybe—
I am crying,
because of life.
The rain stopped pouring,
and I stopped crying.
