week 18 (48): sneaky
some days i find myself washing dishes in the sink, or watching television shows... and more and more rarely at the movies.
and it happens without any reason, i begin to cry.
its embarrasing as hell but there i am weeping.
for whatever reason this sense of something sneaks up on me and im spilling tears over brad pitt getting younger, clint eastwood sacrificing himself to take out a hmong gang, tom hanks eating a box of choclates, zach braff ending a series or one page out a book by george r. stewart, towards the end of the novel mind you...
anyway, i cry.
and i wish i knew what it was that mede me react so strongly so that i could figure out what the hell is wrong with me.
but if i knew all that i probably would have a story that would make some one else cry and they would have no idea why.
at 4:15 AM