Cry tears that soak into your pillow. Outside your window, moments slip by in a haze of noise and flashing lights. Inside, you are separated from that external world and yours is spiraling down to oblivion. The pain of the past washes back over you and wells the tears up from your bruised soul. Heartbreak long vaulted away inside you has been freed by something stupid like a movie on tv. Four hours later, in bed, you can't stop openly weeping. Tears from years ago are streaking down your cheek as if an emotional dam has burst. Tomorrow comes slowly.