Short Story

There is a story of someone I know that I want to share. She will go unnamed, but maybe you feel the same way she does. She told me she would spend her nights fulfilled only to realize that when no one was around her eyes would fill with unshed tears.

She didn't know if her days were getting better or if she was just that invincible. Things took a turn when she noticed that she had no power over herself. In silence she felt everything. In days that felt empty she found herself so full of thought.

I think she warned me about this, I guess I should have listened.

Does writing only come easy when it involves a tear? Or do feelings only show up when you can't hold them in any longer. Is it nausea? This feeling that creeps up on you and makes you realize what you're missing, or is it actual guilt.

Why do tears come easily when no one is around.