Perpetual Vulnerability

There is a notion that

Crying is Romantic at night

Alone into the bed sheets

But the truth is

It can hit at dawn

Or in the afternoon

In the shower

In a crowded room

In a big room

Or a small room

In the car

Or on the sidewalk

It will hit anywhere

At any time

To plague your mind

And to kill your light.

There is nothing Romantic about crying at night.



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