It's like best and worst of everything. You want to skip around in the sunshine and stomp out the puddles it was sent to dry; you want to curl up in the dark and listen to Jude or Lois or Leonard Cohen or Magnetic Fields...

"If you don't cry
It isn't love
If you don't cry
Then you just don't feel it deep enough."

You want to heal and you want to hurt, on different days, in the same places you've been healed and hurt by your particular muse.