I have an idea. One in which I wanna really dwell upon emotions. I may be called out to be paranoid, but I would really like to comment on this, that I love to cry. Crying for some reason has always been portrayed as a form of reflecting fear, sadness, loneliness and more than a ton of gullible expression. In the society made to enrich the masculinity of men, crying has been an armour of women. While an enemy of men. For me crying gives solace.
A feeling that I am a part of this world, and I can guide through it, even when stars betray the night. I felt the strong emotion that, crying is an art form. An art form which conveys my inner self to nature. I may be judged for crying. But the whole plot of crying is, I am not supposed to please someone so as to dwell my inner self.
Yes, it might not make sense. But yeah, I am ready to cry. Are you?