Day 3- Precious Tears

Something occurred to me during my last cry attempt: I need more 'stuff' to make me cry!

I'm limited to a couple of recordings and poems.

I'm not talking about the stuff inside, I have years of pent up crapola in there. Thousands of arguments, subway rides, missed opportunities, lost friends...I can't even go on.

Gotta find me some good cry triggers.
What I'm finding is that once you get it going, all sorts of things occur to cry about.
I am simply too good at suppressing the tears.

I had a short cry this AM. Just because I had time.
Like 3 tears, and I still felt renewed, cleansed, ready to face the world.
Oh, yeah: then I got on the subway.