9PM

I do not know when crying became something we had to hide.

Maybe because it makes people uncomfortable. Maybe because sadness is easier to accept when it stays quiet and does not ask anyone to witness it.

But crying is not always weakness.

Sometimes it is the body finally admitting that something hurts. Sometimes it is what happens when you have been holding yourself together for too long.

I am not sure whether crying is asking for attention or asking for help. I am not even sure there is a difference tonight.

Maybe it does not need to mean anything more than this:
Something in me still feels.
Something in me has not gone completely quiet.

And maybe, if I can still cry after everything, some part of me is still trying to live through it.

That is enough for tonight.