“Fumes”

My compassion makes me what I am. If you want me to give that up, you are actually demanding me to lose myself, which in itself is a sin from my perspective. My emotions define me, they strengthen me. You think that I cry because I’m weak? Absolutely not! I cry because my emotions are genuine. They flow through my tears and escape into this Universe for eternity. They will be there, forever, sometime later in life those fumes which make your eyes water will be the same in which my tears had disappeared. But then, everything might have vanished. My pain, sorrow, suffering and may be, me! All that would remain will be fumes, of mine and yours. At least then, through them we would have become one, forever!”