Some days my emotions feel like the swirling clouds: ever-grey, ever-morphing, ever-unsettled. I'm awake and sleep at the same time, talking and silent without a voice. A child laughing at a funeral, in innocent mirth, a girl homesick for an invisible house. It can't explained, and there are too many words to describe it. You know the feeling: two brothers stand side by side, but only one knows the kinship. The heavy burden of an unwanted secret that a person portioned off to you. When there are people all about you, but you feel lost in the wilderness.