Still a struggle

I find myself staring out the window of the 144 bus on lake shore drive,watching the lake pass by with tears welling in my eyes.
It's so strange to be happy painting then crying .
Maybe I'm not as happy as I pretend to be.
I look around the bus full of people of all ages, what's their story. Some ware it outwardly but others are great actors.
You can be alive and not have pain and a backpack full of emotions.
I want to paint them all.
Hear their story's.

I love you Mom......