war and peace

my mind is a mess of reason and practicality that i can't seem to sort through in order to apply any of it. my heart is a mess of pain, sorrow, joy, longing. the only upside to this turmoil is that, for once, due to the confusion on both fronts, my head and heart are not at war. it's a stalemate until one is organized enough to make a move for the crown. and at this point, i have no intention of allying with either.