My mind is crowded. I need my life to be as easy to organize as stack of papers. If only I could go through my normal routine and sit in the middle of my floor, stacks of papers around and make order of the chaos. That would just be too easy now wouldn't it? Instead I'm stuck contemplating my current dilemma... I've become swept up in my emotions and found that I've fallen for someone, someone who I can't stop thinking about and that is a dilemma... My mind belongs to me yet somehow someone else has taken up residency in it... I worry that my writing will reflect that yet my writing always reflects my emotions. I'll need to learn how to channel it but until I'll enjoy it and revel in it because its now where I am in my life.