Just for a moment there was a tear on my cheek and I had no idea why. . . .
Indeed I was crying.
Crying for unintended consequence and the time to recompense.
Indeed I was crying. . . .
Iyanlya said a good cry with a purpose was all I needed but instead of an agenda – I just needed my space.
I just needed to release the pain of pleasure and feel the lack of knowledge that made me into the man that I was.
Searching and never finding.
Feeling and never knowing.
Being and never embracing. Indeed at this moment I was crying.
In the depth of my thought, I could see the place to heal my soul and dry the well that gushed.
Yet seeing and obtaining are two different things.
I cry because you hurt.
I cry because I love.
I cry because we are destined to try . . .
Just for a moment there was a tear on my cheek and I had no idea why . . .
Indeed I was crying.
