i am in so much chaos that despite the gloom drowning my body, no tears are coming. it's so hard. i want to cry so bad. but i can't. no single part of my body seems to cooperate with me. but now, i finally see it.
it explains why no water is coming out from my eyes. this is how my sorrow works. this is how i cry. this is my tears.
all the letters encrypted in this paper are my tears.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
