Prose

By Zhavi Tsurho

[was it when a friend asked me if I ever cry/cried? Or was it when the friend asked about the time period of it]

I replied, 

I wouldn’t count them in hours, but in moments that would hit hard. Sometimes endlessly, sometimes after a few days, sometimes after weeks, and at times after quite a long time.

[how are you like this then? So effortless, never thought you could cry, actually.]

Well,

By Zhavi Tsurho