We Cry and Cry, Yet Burdens Can't Pass Through Tear Ducts

Maybe it's becoming too heavy, maybe it's taken THIS long to sink in.
Maybe it's normal, maybe it's not.

Regardless, a good cry is just what the doctor orders in situations like these.

Crying is like getting drunk.
We get a temporary high from expressing our emotion at its pinnacle, and for once, we let go of our barriers.
(Plus, the hyperventilation kinda leaves your brain oxygen-deprived and struggling to remember what actually happened - hangover sans the unpleasant painful symptoms)

The morning after, our problems will still exist, as strongly as ever.

But at least we get a release.

*Obviously minus the alcohol addiction, although we may get hooked on self-pity.*



You know the phrase - That a picture "speaks a thousand words".
That's cause, regardless of what we say or do, our colours speak on our behalf.

Our colours define us.

Our colours define how people define us.

And our colours will make sure, we always stand out.

"Do what you like, and say what you feel;
Because those that matter don't mind, and those that mind don't matter"

Amen to that, bro.