cry's for her imagination

Is it good to let tears roll?

Like a ball of yarn, pushed down a flight of stairs by the claws of the curious cat who felt amused. 

or in other words the girl who followed the wind, it spoke to her, soon there were trees dancing and the winds became the songs of the mountains when they told her where to go.

until she wakes up and realizes she threw away her imagination along time ago, and cries for it back.