When life brings me tears and a broken heart, I pull out my paints. There is something about moving them around with a brush that comforts me. I've been doing that for several days now. I enjoy the process of layering the paints, scraping, scratching and re-layering with them again. Somehow it resembles my life in a symbolic way. I can pretend to scrap away that which I wish never happened. As I add new layers to the canvas, I envision what I want my future to look like as I whisper prayers to God above.