'twas a good week away. Shades of grey replaced by vibrant knowing colours which paint a smudged canvas, turning it into a great piece of art. It's a strange feeling nonetheless, a form of happiness dipping in a pool of sadness, with drizzling guilt pouring. Thoughts racing into my mind, heart pumping and body aching, not ever have I wanted to listen to Pink Flyod and Rufus Wainwright sing my emotions into a tune more. I guess what I'm trying to say is that this feels different, a good kind of different, breaking the usual rush and absolute need for a label and reassurance. I think I'm really happy for once. So there :), one to start the day and hopefully another to end it.