Usually, when I busk, its a long conversation, and I say tidbits about myself but this time, I mostly only listened and strictly only spoke through the poems I wrote. To tell them I understood and how beautiful they are with their vulnerabilities, I delved into poetry. And here is a thought that came across while talking to these wonderful souls who gave me a chance (who should also know that I'm grateful). Okay *inserts awkward silence* here's about the thought - When I can’t cry just enough (minus yesterday’s downpour), a few told me they didn’t want to cry in front of others. Now this was coincidental as these are private conversations and no one really knows who said what about anything. I pried a little more and it came to my attention that most of them believed that crying is considered as an indulgence of the weak. I started to wonder. Is it so? Because as a child, all that crying meant was that I was in pain. So I hope you know, dear one and I hope you cry when your heart is heavy and you remember me, showering you with poetry, knowing you may not cry in return
