I cry when I am being honest about how I feel.
Sometimes I tea-kettle: holding intense emotion in place while it heats and heats and heats until I'm blowing off steam from every possible opening, of which my mouth is apparently the biggest. Sometimes I make the space for tears to come out, relieving the pressure, letting flow. Sometimes the tears make their own way out, and I just let them, now, even if I'm out in public. I cry in pain, and fear, and exhaustion. I cry in awe, and gratitude, and love. I cry in receipt of life's true requirements. I think crying helps keep me in real time; a way of settling tabs of attachment with the past, and the future.
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