April 25 2009
What is it that makes us cry,
What is it, that fills our eyes with tears,
How is it, that such 'small' 'insignificant' things can crush us the way they do,
How are we able to feel,
How are we able to smile,
How are we able to love, when it does nothing but bring tears to our eyes,
You could tell me 'We're only human,' or give me information on the human body, But it solves nothing, it answers no questions, it doesn't explain the pheromones or the passion, or how such wonderful things amount only to the millions of tears that stream from our eyes.
Nothing would have been accomplished, Nothing would have changed, Because the age old questions shall forever remain, because the same, solemn, endless streams of tears shall continue to flow, always, and no science, no logic, and no statement, can ever, explain that.
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