I cried wholeheartedly
I cried my guts out
I cried for an hour
I cried in the darkness of the bedroom, head under the sheets
I cried in Bronwyn’s arms as she comforted me
I cried and choked unable to say the few words that I wanted to say
I cried in a dance of tears
I cried, sobbed, balled in a fit of depression, overcome by dark hands, fingers in my mind
I cried unable to stop, wave upon wave of negative thoughts immersing me, dragging me into the depths of my soul
I cried out of loneliness
I cried through fear, here in this unknown territory, uncharted waters
I cried in this sea of complexity
I cried til Bronwyn cried for me in a joint sadness
We cried, then stopped and talked and fell asleep, hopeful for the new day.
Picture is an obscure connection that predictably tickles me.