Tears, my shameless strength.
Amazing these tears are, aren't they? They have a function in our body, a physiological function, sometimes I wish its function stopped right there.. its getting involved in our emotions is sometimes unacceptable.. And then there are people who can't cry, the world calls them strong. And there are who can when need be, I call them strong. And then there are people like me who produce excessive amount of tears with any kind of intense emotion, and shed them shamelessly in public. What they are called? An old neighbor of mine doesnt know my name, ever since he has known me, he has called me Runchi. (cry baby) -and I testify, still the name holds true. I think of myself strong, because to cry is also an ability, for me its an ability to clear my head of scarring memories and my heart of pain. No matter what the world says, I say crying is my strength. ( Hell! It was my strength, I could bully the bully when I was in kindergarten/class pp, because he was scared to bully me as I