 happy amongst storms. Tuesday, September 22, 2009 for anyone who might had taken my post about not being a good friend as a cry for help...it wasn't. just an acknowledgment of my ineptitude in keeping up connections. but that isn't to say that i'm not happy despite my many shortcomings. i'm not really an old crank yet. sure i love to bitch but believe me i am making it okay. there's many not so lucky right now. i realize that. i'm very lucky. i don't take it for granted, even though i don't vocalize it. kinda like a balloon in a storm, it can be rough, it can be bouncy and frantic...but it's still a balloon, what can be any happier than a balloon despite the circumstances...hey, how about this...at my funeral--balloons. oh, and like that movie from the early 70s 'arnold' an eight-track tape player in the side of the casket...wait, i wanna be cremated...so maybe an .mp3 player in my urn. balloon before the storm. Holga. Ilford Delta 400. Comment (2) | Permalink |
