They become tropical oceans, brimming with saltiness and poetry. I know how to make her smile. AYour eyes are so beautiful when you cry. Why don't you cry all the time. Her lips turn up at the corners and she sniffs.
Writing is an essential way to capture beauty.
I must soak up the essence and quickly pour it onto the page or my soul absorbs the salt, the essence, the flavour and leaves only water for me to play in. I can use it to reflect, to clean, but I can't use it to heal a person's soul. All the tears I've cried are a process, not an event. They tell me where I've been and give me strength for where I'm going. Tears make me weak until they make me strong.