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Pictures aren't always the best at describing feelings. Words can sometimes be a really good substitute. Many of you know that love of my life is often Mia. Not his fault. Sometimes I just need someone to confide in. My mom's usually a pretty good substitute, but she's not answering. I played the piano today in order to extract some emotion. Which is pretty phenomenal considering I'd just been at the church practicing organ for over an hour. I play the piano often, but not usually with the intent of expressing feelings. Prokofiev's Suggestion Diabolique is an awesome expression of how I was feeling inside. I finished it off with a Chopin Nocturne op.72 no.1 I'm surprisingly feeling better. What do you do? Hit a pillow? I hope I'm brave enough for book club tonight. I don't know if I want to cry any more today. Bottom line. I miss him.