Sometimes, I cry. 

Sometimes, I cry when I am happy. Sometimes, I cry when I am sad. 

Sometimes, I cry when I feel a little bit broken, and sometimes, I cry when I am at peace with the world around me. 

For a really long time, my tears haunted me. They were a sign of weakness, or pain, that I didn’t care to keep around if I could help it. 

However, it was just never that serious. Tears were never meant to be weaponized into making me think something is wrong with me. They were never meant to bring me down. And now, I view crying as my emotions showing themselves, aching to be heard and seen when my brain can no longer contain them. There is such a negative connotation surrounding crying. 

People automatically assume that something is wrong or that you need to be taken care of or helped, as if crying isn’t something we all do once in a while. 

And, if you’re not crying once in a while, then out of the two of us, it’s not me who needs to do some reevaluating of my emotional range. 

Sometimes, people call it being dramatic; however, I would very much like to beg to differ considering the thousands of other reckless things I could be doing, but no, I am simply letting the overwhelming emotions drain from my body in a healthy way. 

In a lot of ways, I think crying can be a beautiful display of human nature. You can do it in a fit of rage, and sometimes, it can be accompanied by screams or a strong twinge of pain that haunts you, or you can do it silently, softly. 

And oftentimes, I feel like expressing both ends of the crying scale within the same span of 24 hours. 

You can cry alone or in a room full of people. No circumstance is ever consistent, and yet, the tears are still dependable. They will always be there waiting to be exposed. They will always be there to comfort you. Sometimes, it’s a storm, and sometimes, it’s a fine mist, and either way, it’s okay. 

But no matter how it happens or how strong it presents itself, it is still just a simple human emotion, and it doesn’t make you weak or a burden to those around you; it just is what it is. 

And sometimes, humans cry. 

Sometimes, I cry.