Blue teardrop

Miserable to paint our tears. Cry, tell your closest friends or family, and leave no memory for the time when you were weak.
But to draw pain is art. The pain is with us. "Ain't it wonderful to feel?" We share it, we change because of that, it makes hearts breaking, but it bounds people too.
Maybe I'm wrong. Simply the real pain and the self-pity are really different from each other. Sometimes it's hard to recognize.
Cannot sleep, so I've finished this. Maybe she will take care of my dreams.