A well of sadness arises up along my spine: an egoistic dislike for the reflection caught in the darkened screen of a laptop. Whatever did this reflection do to deserve such judgment? Is the curve of this face, the angled shadow of this nose not worthy of compassion and judgment-free love?
A tear forms behind each eye and shamefully retreat upon their acknowledged presence.
Who is suppressing you? Who snatches or shames you away from these cheeks?
Is it me? The same owner of eyes that do not wish to gaze upon said cheeks?
The scry-less is less afraid of tears- for she does not see where they flow; instead, loves the feel of the cleansing streams. And cares little about their destination and which shapes they cross to get there. She has witnessed how the tears are happy to exchange an instance with the surface they glide upon- for without it, they could not flow.
Perhaps this is why they arose:
A fleetingly defiant act to defend their friend- shocked backward into retreat from some other unrelenting ruler. The God of Cheeks! All-Knowing of which cheeks are truly worth being host to tears- and which not.
Dear deity, step out from behind your curtain. I’ve seen this movie enough times to know a great Humbug when I perceive one!
Where are you hiding? And more importantly, why?
The stomach seems up to something…perhaps we’ll pay it a visit.