Water in the night

I creid quietly, iluminated by the light of a dormitory I did not live in at a school I did not attend. I lamented the life I had chosen to live, the people I'd chosen, those I chrished, those I loved. I cursed cruel coincidence with all my being. Tear are beautiful, though. And crying feels good. Who cares about the passersby, let them stare. Me, on the bench, in the light pushing out the darkness. Here. And now, we move on...