The Untold Stories.

Tears.

I've never been ashamed of laughing my heart out in public places.

Or even of crying, for that matter.
Why shall I be ashamed?
Tears.
The only way to clean up our messed up souls are tears.
The only way to realise that we're still alive, somewhere inside.
Or the way to forgive our own damn selves for the sins we've did at the ancient times.
Or if these reasons are not good enough, then there's one more.
Tears have the ability to clean up the excess amount of salt from the human body.
Now, isn't that interesting?
I've felt my tears getting replaced by ink, with the paper being my tissues.

But either way, I feel human.
Solely human.
So, cry your heart out.
Scream into the pillows and let the tears escape your soul, until the dawn comes down.
And if that doesn't help,
then cry, again, a little more, a little louder.

For when the storm arrives, the clouds do not take too long to shred their tears.