Sense it...

In the early 80’s i never cried. It was there but never out. There is no connection to the date or the year or the environment.

When did you let a tear reach to your eye on your check and fall? pain is out of memory only, which is in the mind...

“The sense of crying” i said. “There is no such sense” she looked up to me with a big wondering eyes. “Salty warm wet taste and touch, emptiness in your mind but full in your heart, pain.”

That is a combination which has to be a sense, make sense? Mind and heart are the ones which we control partially, and there is a secret sense which is leading them within. We can be smart professor and still be tackle by love in heart.

“Can you feel your heart?” i ask her “or do you imagine it in your mind?” “...We sense it.....”

Cry as you wish i am hugging her salty warm tears make their

way to sensitivity of the heart.