If the depth of the tears is an indication of the depth of feelings, then it clearly sucks.

For some reason the person that stands out from the chaos of this mess is my brother. I am going to spiral into a loop thinking about that.

I am in no position to believe the impetus, the thoughts, or the connection.

For something that feels so critical, so important, it sure crumbles to the ground when the stimulus is removed.

A weird kind of sickening… ouch!

It might provide a kind of perspective though.

Maybe a little space will bring some clarity.