Tears Without Stories

i cry on the bus
i don’t know

i search my stories for reasons,
take them out one by one

i want to indulge in them
feast on them
hide in them
feel safe in them
but they are old and rotten –
one quick taste and they fade away on the tip of my tongue
leaving sadness without reasons
tears without stories


my world feels empty, deprived of my safety stories
there’s only naked pain
and there’s nothing left to do
but to feel it

What do you feel?

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