• Sitting here painting a picture of questions and emotions in my mind. So as i sit and let my mind wander the expressions on my face begin to change. I became angry to confuse to sad to happy. But the questions that stirr in my head are ridicule. Does she have to suffer? to Does she cry at night? to Does he care at all? to How does he know he truely loves me?. Im sitting here painting a picture of something. I dont know who or what it is. The painting in my mind are splattered colors of passion and pain. But the color that stands out the most is love.