So, Why exactly are you crying?

I cry because I still try to feel;

tonight I cry because I am particularly overwhelmed. 

Even if I feel my existence decomposes to become just the euphemism of a bubble ready to burst,

It becomes quite challenging to grasp what seems to be triggering my implotion. 

Tonight I cry because of an array of open-ended questions,

Even though irrelevant,

Are still bothersome.

Although tears are missing,

A feeling of nostalgia has been awakened due to an undefinable anxiety.

 Tonight I leave without the burdens of emotional ties, holding me back; 

Tonight I will leave without remorse. 

And yet,

my despair yearns to be justified, along the lines less abstract than modernity would ever allow it to be.

And the yearning for being more than analytically correct, accurate.  

Sometimes it is necessary to acknowledge that we are past the letting-go state, 

and already welcoming the new horizons. 

It is hard to get used to this new idea. 

The world has never stopped for a minute to inquire for an opinion, 

so why should I?

Why would I, even when I already know my answers are irrelevant.

That's exactly why I cry! 

Because I can't spare a second to define the unexpected.

Because, even though I carry on,

 I can't begin to accept this new life of mine,

the one I have been living by myself, 

Though it may have been all I've ever wanted;

All I have ever needed:

ME.

And yet again, I feel quite empty, and that also makes me cry...

Dre - dnklschwrz MMXI