Depression. Paranoia. Desire.
Babies are all born the same, naked and crying. But with age, we learn to hide our cries behind perfect smiles. The desire for expression never does die out though. So what happens to it when it is suppressed too long...
Everyone has a few skeletons in their closet. Some come out, others stay hidden forevermore. We've all had those days, when life gets too much and some solace -however faint- is all we desire. Those moments when all we want is let it all out, just cry, just express the grief and frustration. And perhaps, have someone there.
Blessed are the ones who can cry, for those who find themselves eluded of those precious pearls have no refrain from the claws of despair.
This is a tale, a warning if you will, of the damage unseen scars cause. Follow along the tale of an old soul in search of the tears and solace.
And watch out for the ones hidden all around. Who knows how many you've already met?
Venture forth beloved reader, and once you're done, let me know:
"Did you feel it?"
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