I cried early this afternoon; did so four or five days ago and for the same reason. A powerful reason but I don't intend to explain.
The crying had a strange leathery quality and was unnatural in that it didn't flow; there were times when I seemed to be forcing myself to cry. But the need was there, no doubt about that. And tears.
The sound seemed alien, quite unlike the crying I did as a child and in early adolescence. Might the noise I made today be affected by eight years of singing lessons? I simply don't know. But the mind-state was the same despite the passage of time; crying being the only way of expressing a very real sadness.
My next birthday will be my ninetieth; are nonagenarians prone to crying? I have to confess to a certain degree of self-awareness as I cried but in the end it may have worked A psychosomatic diminuendo, perhaps.
Can one cry to order? An interesting question.
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