They leak out of my eyes and run down my face in small rivers.
I am now used to their comings and goings; they are unbidden at times, whilst at other times they are triggered by a memory. ... by a song.
Sometimes they fall from my face in fat, salty drops to wet my blouse or fall to the carpet, while other times they dry on my cheeks leaving their faint trace of salt.
They are like a nosy neighbour - if you don't let them in every so often, they catch you off guard when you'd rather they left you alone....
I know them too well.
This is a beautiful capture. Love the color and the water droplets. And thanks for sharing your sweet, sad, honest words. I am sorry to hear about your loss, your pain and your tears. I can't even fathom what that would be like to endure. Praying for you tonight.
Its so great that you are photographing and sharing through it all, good and bad. So healing for you and inspirational for us. Beautiful words...my eyes leak easily too.
Wonderful words, Amanda. I really do hate to cry and I don't cry often but when I do, it's a river and it's by myself. Beautiful shot and lovely color! Great work, gal!
Recently read "don't be afraid of your tears" and it really touched me somewhere deep. This is a beautiful, apt photo which goes far beyond photography. :) x
Thank you all. sincerely. For some reason, this has not been a great week for me with lots of tears, but your kind words and prayers have really helped. Thank you.
March 16th, 2012
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Thank you all. sincerely. For some reason, this has not been a great week for me with lots of tears, but your kind words and prayers have really helped. Thank you.