I am sitting here painting a picture, because its soothes my heart of this ache that I cannot define. I am perplexed, as always, with the way emotions seem to rule your heart when your head hasn't begun to completely wrap itself around the notion. It is making it difficult to write, to think, to function some days. Yet, all the while I keep telling myself everything will be ok. Is it? Will it really? and on and on and on I wrestle with these things in my head.