Rendezvous
30 January 05 : 05.34 AM
"I've come to this level where I can't cry, even when I want to." He told me.
"What makes you think it's a bad thing then?" I asked.
"Because I want to cry, and feel better the morning after. Crying to me, is a sort of catharsis; an outlet."
"Crying just seems so weak to me. Everytime I cry, I feel like such a weakling."
"We're all weak in our own ways. Isn't it funny, you seem to not want to be able to cry, and I want to be able to..."
"It's weak. But there's nothing I can do about it at all."
"Frailty is a form of beauty to me, and in that sense, you're beautiful."
A vulnerable lyricist with a past he's dying to learn something from. All the intoxications he used to indulge in don't mean a thing to him anymore. I think he lived a million lives tonight while he spilled his heart out to me.