#91 New Words - Ephemera (or - Honest Tears)

There is no more beautiful or treacherous pleasure to indulge in as a man than to enjoy crying

To let emotion pour from you, your face dripping with the betrayal of what society demands

For once, you can be honest.

For once, you can not hide.

Most of the time, we have to bottle up our tears

Drink them down with the rest of our sorrows

Tattoo them on the inside of our eyelids

So that only when we blink do we wash away the mask and see ourselves clearly

Trying so very hard to emotionally barricade the first tear in

But once the breach is made, all internal defences are voluntarily taken down

And, sitting there in a pool of utmost clarity

Know that this, this can only be a merely temporary transparency

But for now, while the taste of salt on tongue is fresh

Before people scold and make fun for not being a man, before rejoining the anti-emotion mob

This ephemeral feast for one will provide a little nourishment

To help build this human into a man once more

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