One day I will find the life I ’ve been given One day I ‘ll love and laugh as if I forgotten
One night, one of those nights I will dream that I am sleeping and not slipping away the second night I will dream and be free and when I wake up I will not feel the burden of the uncried tears
that feel like the water drop that is called the ocean of the oceans but what is the notion in all these?
I do not know. I keep waking up every day like today and wonder:
- Whose tears do I carry like two sacks of heavy winds underneath my cheek bones?
I have cried my tears . . . my tears are dead.
Who’s the owner of those uncried tears that just burden my eyes? Will you cry for me? Please do . . . and I will listen carefully to every fallen tear, to every ghost- tear maybe it is your tears, maybe you are the owner of those uncried tears I carry with me every morning and every night I forget, live inside my own body, until I wake up and open my eyes? Come and take back your tears if
you miss them. . .
