my tears hold more than simply water and salt. my tears hold more than sadness. no, my tears are not simple. my tears are an ocean. my tears are filled with memories and future possibilities, past regrets and beautiful blooming conversations with the sky. my tears are filled with a person, they are filled with nostalgia gripping my brain and tugging at the strings of my heart as it beats, beats, beats away, trying to stop me from existing. my tears hold both happiness and sadness, both fear and belonging, both anxiety and calm. my tears are simultaneously angelic and hideous. my tears hold so much emotion. my tears bring with them the lyrics to that song, the words to that book. my tears bring back conversations until three in the morning. my tears are worry and relief, laughter and sobs. my tears are gentle, ethereal, serene, like a pool with a gently flowing waterfall as the full moon shines above it at midnight. my tears are the chaotic corners of my mind as i spiral into a tornado of too much feeling. my tears are a gorgeous invention, a prodigy forced to hide until eternity has come to an end. my tears hold life and death, and joy and broken people. my tears exist because of them, and i allow them to fall because of them. my tears are poetic and destructive, foreboding and peaceful, a release of the suppressed pressure building up over all this time. my tears hold so many unspoken words, so many untold truths, so many misunderstood thoughts. my tears hold an ocean, filled with much more than simply water and salt.