tears.

i shed tears today while watching the movie saving private ryan in hall.
my eyes got watery at the start of the movie.
at the end, it kinda overflowed one or two drops.
the grief of the mother. the honour of the captain.
the helplessness in watching your mates died in the continuous outflow of blood.

only when i'm alone i open myself to own emotions.
in itself, it protrays my very weakness as opposed to a strong image.
in overcoming and letting free, it's another type of strength.