Sometimes I feel like loosing my temper, but something deep inside reverses my teardrop and says, just wait... wait for the one who is willing to catch and hold on to it with meaning, who will take it to the room with the vault in it. When time comes and its about to explode all you will see is a heart of stone, the key to that stone is hidden deep in the vault where the tear is patiently waiting to drop from its smiling eyelid.
to the ground with a splash, happiness of fulfillment but not yet... not just yet!
