Oh, the rash of feelings in my chest. The pain sucks up misery like water. The heart...What heart? The emptiness I feel takes nothing into consideration. No joy...No laughter...No smiles. This empty chamber of the soul pulses with life of the other. The pain she brings imitates life within me. The joy, the laughter, the smiles from her I reciprocate. I mimic them not for my denial, but their acceptance. Where there is nothing, she creates a tapestry of lights, colors and songs.