Heart Failure.

Such a dramatic title, not such a dramatic post.
Today my friend and I watched "The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus."
It was a bizarre and blissful art film.
It was Heath Ledger's last film. It was very eerie to watch knowing he's no longer alive...
I won't get into a dark poetic tirade about death and life. I'll save that for a gloomier day.
Today is one of those bright happy positive days that make the rest of my life seem to be a little less difficult.
Why? I can't be sure exactly...
Maybe its the way the sun woke me up today and not the hectic screams of my family.
Maybe its the way nature's music sound tracked my morning. The birds singing and the soft whistle of the wind blowing through the trees. The rustling of the leaves and quiet noise of the river flowing by...
Wait, river?
Where the fuck do I think I live? Bambi's forest?
Today hasn't been as bad as most, true.
It wasn't as fabulous as the unrealistic picture of perfection I painted above.
And the day is still young, and disappointment is still a possibility.
There is still tons of time to have my day completely ruined.
I won't get my hopes up to high.
I need to be low enough to see the ground.
Can't get lost in this hopelessly wandering cloud.