ðHgeocities.com/kitsunebi@swbell.net/tears.htmlgeocities.com/kitsunebi_swbell.net/tears.htmlelayedxüjÔJÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÈ@¯~9 OKtext/htmlx­J9 ÿÿÿÿb‰.HTue, 17 Oct 2006 01:44:14 GMTE Mozilla/4.5 (compatible; HTTrack 3.0x; Windows 98)en, *üjÔJ9 Searching i wanted to cry the other day, but i didn't...or is it that i couldn't? i decided to find out and went to look for my tears.
But where had i put them? When did i use them last?

i walked on a way and encountered my Fury.
Me: Fury, where are our tears? Did we use them last?
Fury: No!!! i burn and long to wash myself clean, but with what...with what?

then in my path i stumbled upon my Sorrow
Me: Sorrow, did we use up ours tears together?
Sorrow: No...my eyes are long dry and cry rivulets of sand; tears we have not shed in ages.

more anxious than before, i found my Dream sitting in a field, singing.

Me: Dream, are u holding our tears for the future?
Dream: The future, the present, the past, all are one in the Dream. Tears, i have not. Go ask Memory if she remembers.

in the house of my mind, reality mirrors an Escher. Here stands the home of Memory. i knocked on the door, and listened to it open.

v Me: Memory. In your shelves of records, can you find where we placed our tears?

And Memory closed her eyes and was silent.

Me: Memory. Do you remember the last we cried from our heart?

and Memory was silent.

Me: Memory?
Memory: Tears? What are tears? Let me get Forgetfulness.

So Forgetfulness came to the door
and i forgot why i was there...