We think in that moment

The trigger, the motive, the emotion

You cry of sadness, strife, stress

It is not that moment

The tears that depart are a reflection

They are you, yourself, your past

Each droplet holds a memory of you

In happiness, laugher, joy, sadness, anger

They are a culmination of your life and events

The trigger is not your why you cry

But a memory of your life in this same event