My dear friend Meto wrote:
“Two glasses half full, left alone on a messy table. Condensed water drops rolling down the outer cold glass surface, like tears… Uncried.”
Why do we have tears uncried?! Is it that we do not want to let them pour because with the flow comes the realisation that we are weak? In love? In need? Hurt? Is holding them back a kind of self-assurance that we are strong, that we are in control?
The only danger is that when they decide to break through against our will, the flood comes drowning and shattering!