Emotion is lame.

when I'm upset i walk outside and expect the trees to snap in half when i wave my hand and for the ocean to scream.
for the wind to whip me into the air and blow away those want to hug me and for explosions of remorse to erupt in the minds of those who don't understand

i demand a hurricane when I'm sad.

but God has never given me one.

when i was little, teenage boys were basically gods. they could lift me as if i was nothing, make cars move fast and move themselves much faster than i ever could, stood as tall as trees and played games where they ran into each other and didn't even cry when it happened.

they never cried.
even when they broke their arms, fell of their bikes, or broke their moms' vases,
they never cried,

or so i thought...

so finally when i was old enough for my friends to be teenage boys but young enough to still strongly believe what i knew to be true years ago, i asked
"when was the last time you cried."

he looked up at the sky, sighed, and replied,

"last week."