From the Bottom of my Hypothalamus

I want to feel the cool breeze of the wind
I want to feel the warm rays of the sun
While tears are bursting from my eyes
While tears are running through my cheeks
As it falls down to my chest.

The tears that fell wouldn’t last long
It will dry up immediately
But the wound that has caused the tears
Will remain and scar
That leaves a mark of a lifelong lesson.

**Composed last January 23, 2014

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