The Rants and Thoughts of VALadyNole

Willow trees stand beautifully and silently in the sunshine of life. In the storms they bend, they sway, they take the beating sent to them. When the storm is over they stand again, beautifully and silently, in the sunshine. The emotional, mental, and verbal storms have lead this willow again to be stronger than planned through the destruction. The creator of the storm is different but the beating is the same. The willow will stand again in the sunshine, as silent and as beautiful as ever, it's just waiting for the storm to pass. 

I have so many thoughts in my head. I don't know where they are going or how they got there. It's so loud in there and yet it so very quiet. I feel like I'm losing my mind but then some things are so very clear.  I don't know what to think anymore.