Unedited, straight from my head:
Isn't it strange...
How tears feel good sometimes
Like, really good
To feel
Deep
Emotion
Yearning
Needing
Desiring
It feels good
To feel
Almost comforting
Familiar
Strong
Real
When you slow down
and realize that life is happening
fast
and it will change in a breath
But emotions live
They stay and wait,
Wait for that moment when your walls crumble
When that crack in reality is enough to let it seep in
Like a warm blanket wrapping you up in the exact time and place
the smells,
the sounds
the person you were
And you realize it never leaves
It is there,
and it helps you remember why you are here now
the mold of the person you have become
And it feels good to remember
to feel
to cry
to breathe
And to appreciate those arms;
the ones that wrap you in at night
And keep you warm
together
and let you cry
And it feels good to feel
To cry
To love with passion
Passion that surpasses the impossible
Transcending reality
Flying through the clouds
Dancing through time
Isn't it strange...
How tears feel good sometimes
Like, really good
To feel
Deep
Emotion
Yearning
Needing
Desiring
It feels good
To feel
Almost comforting
Familiar
Strong
Real
When you slow down
and realize that life is happening
fast
and it will change in a breath
But emotions live
They stay and wait,
Wait for that moment when your walls crumble
When that crack in reality is enough to let it seep in
Like a warm blanket wrapping you up in the exact time and place
the smells,
the sounds
the person you were
And you realize it never leaves
It is there,
and it helps you remember why you are here now
the mold of the person you have become
And it feels good to remember
to feel
to cry
to breathe
And to appreciate those arms;
the ones that wrap you in at night
And keep you warm
together
and let you cry
And it feels good to feel
To cry
To love with passion
Passion that surpasses the impossible
Transcending reality
Flying through the clouds
Dancing through time