Crying Into The Wild

"Happiness is only real when shared"
Christopher McCandless

I never cry at the movies.
Perhaps blurred vision.
A tear or two, here or there.

I howled when this finished.
Sitting in my room. With my hands over my eyes.
Trying to stop. Failing. Miserably.

This is not a review. How can one review a life? We can only reflect. A close hard reflection in a big hard sun. Its like experiencing something being bent, bent, bent to be broken inside you. Something that will mend. Something that will mark.

Then I thought again. Why did it make me cry? I never cry at the movies. And I still don't.

But this was life.
And we all know what life makes us do.

It makes us cry.