There are tears that never fall from the eyes, but pour endlessly through the soul. This is what remains when silence becomes too heavy to hold. The eye watches the world, yet it is also the world… a reflection of every wound that never healed, every goodbye that echoed too long in the dark. The water that spills is not just sorrow, it is memory, it is release, it is surrender. Maybe the sky forgot how to cry, so the earth borrowed an eye to do it for her. We all become rivers someday, flowing f

Ed's Heartbreak After Breakup with Elsa Rae