so what could be left?
what from now?

we'll go in union
come back in unison.
nothings too good to last
neither of us shall be outlast.

whats left?
o no.
anew,
the platonics only just began.

so much emotion.
so much contained in just 3 little words.

however could i have held it in this long.

Hail to the power of communication.

a broken smile.

it's still a smile.

whats in a drop of tear?
if not the combination of proteins, salt and various other minerals mixed with water,
then what?

of a greater purpose
i theorise that
each drop could contain up to an unlimited amount of emotion
varying only between individuals.
whether its
problems
troubles
stress
pain
suffering
sadness
loss
and even happiness in some cases.

i think im quite right.

how do you define your drop of tear?

me?
thats for me to feel,
only.

it hurt.
it really did hurt.

yet i can no longer hold onto my anger.
because once again
i remember how you are the one who could ever make me happy.
i remember how i can be happy just to at the thought of you.
i remember how you're the one who i truly love
and id give anything just to hear that voice again.

i didnt think i needed tears this time
because all i knew was anger.
but i was wrong.

there still is something else that towers above all other emotions.

so blinded....
so blinded now.

what is in front?
tell me.

there is no strength left
no breath
sight has no breadth
it makes no sense

tunnel vision
i see....whats that i see...?
it shakes.
so violently now.

i wish to make it stop.
but i cannot.

and if loving too much grew tiring
and if loving too much meant it hurt
and if loving too much was...too much
well dam. wouldnt somebody please take my place?

did it have to be this complicated?
or is it as simple as
im not good enough for you.
you're not good enough for me?
how about
im too good for you?
or you're too good for me.

i doubt we have the same answers.

i was so wrong in making myself believe.
i was so wrong in trying to convince myself.
i never should've bothered.

that hurt.
that really hurt.

take me for the fool that i am,
please do.
one so blinded by the veils of emotion.
take me for the fool that i am,
i care not.
one so hindered by the resless beauties.
take me for the fool that i am
but dont tell me so.
id rather be fooled and pretend i did not know.

but when im a fool no more
all shall be clear.

and o...
what a fool ive been.