The Question of the Tear

 Do you ever wonder the meaning of a tear, or do you ever feel there could be more to it. The simplicity it took from a mere thought to a subconscious study, "The Tear"


What is the reason for tears? what does it mean? what does it truly signify? Questions that are merely rhetorical. The thought came by as he watched silently from a distance observing 3 parties having break downs in various instances, due to an act of emotional manipulation that brought about tears.


All in their own state of moods, happiness, sadness, and anger. All moved each party to tears. It was almost as if it was planned but that was not his bother. What bothered him was the outcome of each outbreak. All the same tears. Blank, just a limit of salty water flowing from their eyes.


He shifted his eyes to another view deep in thought wondering supposedly for fun, analyzing the what ifs of the world. Till his mind came across something associated with emotion. Which is colour.


For as long as he knew, the representation of emotion was done in different shades of colour's. But he wondered why it was different with tears. Will it kill if tears was a little highlighted with the colour that's best able to indicate the cause of the emotion that lead to outbreak that brought forth the tears. He paused. Then how did the representation of emotion ever get so significant with colour. Who was given such insight he thought.


His mind drifted again deeper this time. But there was nothing. Scientifically was not his concern so he didn't bother researching that more. All he did was let his mind ease on another topic his mind found restless. In conclusion, leaving it as God's doing.


Mister¿***

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