my finest hour.

raindrops in my mind. i just read a quote that goes to the regard of a tear being the single most moving affection a human being can show. i hardly ever cry and if then i cry all by myself. i envy those, that can show their emotions and affections when they feel like showing them. i show mine, when no one’s watching. i have my finest hours when i can comfort other people, when i can help by just listening to them. i wish i’d sometimes be able to listen to myself.

i believe.