radioactive hearts // Will
Apr 20, 2014 17:00:41 GMT -5
Post by kendall on Apr 20, 2014 17:00:41 GMT -5
ANGEL VEGARA
Sometimes I like to think I wasn't crying when I was born. When my cousins were born they made a horrible wailing noise that was just plain annoying. I thought that since I had such a beautiful voice, or so they said, that I the first sound I made in the world was a sweet harmony. I used to tell anyone who would listen it was so until I got to about age 10 and people started calling me out. People besides my brother.
Every baby cried.
That's how crying is viewed. Only babies cried when they were upset or wanted something. And if you weren't a baby but still cried it was some sort of demeaning thing to do. How dare you cry? Stand up and be a man. A crying is just a baby in a man's body. I used to think that. Only the weak cried. But you need to be strong enough to admit you are sad and need help.
I always cried when I was younger. I would run to mother and father but soon that stopped. I wouldn't dare let a tear run down my face. f I was cut by a training knife, I would push back the burning tears and fight harder. But now, I was smarter then that. I cried for the first time in years when I finally admitted I was strong enough to admit I wasn't strong enough to have no emotions. And once one tear rolled down my cheek it was a waterfall. All my failure, success, memories and achievements poorer down the crane of my neck onto my shirt.
I would cry now. It was like Ip turned all my emotions and fears of never being loved on and I wanted to share everything with him. As his body was on mine I felt shielded. I felt him hot breath on me and I smiled lightly kissing him.
"Somehow, this reminds me for such a bittersweet tragedy we read in class."
"It's too perfect to be real."
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