  Lately I have felt like I have streaming silent tears softly, gently, falling down my face that only I know about.
Tears that are wet and salty and warm and they fall – invisible – endless – always. Why I am crying these tears – I haven’t a clue. I just feel them slowing falling down my cheeks – and I have a sense that they are telling me that they have been locked up inside of me so long – they had to escape.
They are dead but so alive – not real but completely real to me. And they have been so much apart of me for so long, that I am afraid when they finally dry up - I will then become nothing but an empty husk – void of all life, pain and love. So I pray the tears will keep falling – this silent tears stream from my eyes – that prove to me that I am alive, not dead. Tears that also prove to me that I am real – and not an empty shell that only exists. Vlh 8/4/04 
