flowers + tears

The moment my eyes close for the night, knowing that there is no more prying eyes and listening ears I let tears roll to the side of my face and fall quietly into my very understanding pillow. It is not that am afraid or hurt no, contrary my tears fall because sometimes its relief that I made it through the day without falling apart. It is that realise that despite what failures I have backed up in my file still do not define me. My tears fall because I have gotten through another day. So it might be that tears are not an emotion on their own, perhaps tears are just to show us that we're alive amidst all our troubles we are here alive and well enough t breath.
My tears have accompanied me when was a child afraid and lonely, they were there in the darkest of moments but while always attached tears to pain have seen tears fall down my cheeks meeting at the chin because I see me at peace.
But the flowers, they show us there is something new. Something beautiful something that will bring serenity, that will open our eyes to a new day... Flowers are a token of appreciation, they are peace offering and they say farewell  too. so why flowers and tears?

Imagine if joy in pain existed in one room