Let go

Are tears filling up a little bag which when full forces you to cry?, working like a bladder.

A stupid question a dream created in my mind by a peculiar event.

I stumbled up the little earth slope, with my headset on, playing slow and fuzzed music, i felt that incredible urge to cry, i couldn't walk straight, a massive decomposition of my being opened a door, leading me to bliss and the love of mother earth, my legs couldn't carry me farther than this path made of small white stone in front of the house, the weight of tears was so heavy, i was forcefully shouting in my head "But i'm not sad! I'm not sad, why do i feel to cry so much!", fighting against that finally uncontrollable movment of my body, but feeling it would just be magnificent to give up.
Two more clumsy steps and i crashed backwards, lying flat on my back, limbs stretched out, my vision went blurry, my eylids then my face warming up, and i breathed loudly in relief, blind by water and light, laid on a matress of stones and dirt, and the fuzz submerging me, i let go, no matter what others would think, the emotion is just too intense, and beautiful, not to succumb to.