When was the last time you cried?

A watercolor world, 
mist descends,
the scene softens and blurs, 
and you’re no longer you. 
You’re something else entirely. 

The answer is so simple. 
The answer is so easy.
Stop. Just, stop. 
You know where to go. 
You know who to be.

Enter the catacombs of memory. 
You’ll find it there. 
A gentle, sad piano song
will beckon you forward.
You’ll lose yourself
in the sweetest release
you can possibly feel,

when you finally learn to cry.