The Tear

Sometimes you\'d fall asleep with your eyes open to catch the sky between your eyelids like you would keep a butterfly between two fingers

and you\'re thinking that from all the clouds on Earth, the tear is the purest and most alive.

so alive that the children lose it from their eyes easily,

and it transforms their sight in a window fogged by the heat of the stove in a winter day.

the tear is chilling like a red apple orchard.