optimistic to the point of foolishness

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

first of all i apologise for the lack in blog action over the last few days...it has seemed endless. secondly i apologise for the hideously incorrect formatting of this post. i can safely blame both of these issues on technical difficulties, which have caused me considerable frustration. in any case, the last few days have certainly been interesting, with strong winds, lots of rain, a pacman suit, pumpkin seed bread, amusing newspaper articles and music, sweet music.

i should not be blogging now, i am procrastinating as per usual, however here is an extract from the only semblance of creativity i have been able to pull together in quite a long time. since the event we won't mention occurred...

~Closing my eyes, I took a long, heavenly drag of my cigarette, the fifth – or was it sixth – for the afternoon. As the deliciously acrid smoke filled my lungs, bringing me sweet, temporary relief, the heartache and painful memories from the past few months grew more blurred, distant as though a dream that fades quickly the minute you wake up.~

and so on and so forth.

also, i would like to share some beautiful lyrics a friend wrote and was kind enough to share with me. he does not think much of them, but i happen to think that they are touching, they struck a chord in my heart, that's for sure...
~"This whole in my heart, is filling up
but only with Dead Memories
You were here just yesterday
But now I’m left only, with old stories"

"You’re Torturing Me…
You’re Torturing Me…
You’re Torturing Me…
With that Face"~

finally, i'd like to end with a picture of Saint Hepburn, more commonly known as Audrey Hepburn, for whom i have great respect and admiration. alas, due again to technical difficulties (read: i want to punch my computer in the screen), i cannot.
so instead i'll end on a quote:
"as Miss Golightly was saying before she was RUDELY interrupted..."

"You musn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they're strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky. "

spread the love. share the simple beauty. taste the rain. remember the important ones. much love.