Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn go for a ride in ‘Roman Holiday’, 1953. *gif*
My mother died 8 months and 8 days ago. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever known. Her inner beauty overtook her physical beauty by far. She had a voice like an angel and a smile that could light up a room. But she lost herself, into the dark depths of her mind. She started to hate everyone and everything around her. She started to lose interest in everything that mattered to her. The only thing that mattered now was the chase, the chase against what was hurting her. The chase against the thing turning her from a loving, caring, happy mother into a terrified, broken, angry mess.
What she didn’t seem to realise, though, was that it was her. She was hurting herself. And no one could help her. Not even her own daughter.
And on the 5th of May, 2011, it was too late. She took her own life.
I miss her everyday with all my heart. She taught me everything I know. She taught me to speak for what I believe in. To lash out in my art. And to love as if there is no tomorrow. To spend every moment with people around you, because you never know when its going to be the last time you see them… And to look for colour and beauty in the darkest things.
I will never forget her, but always regret not being there that day.
~ a colourful nightmare. x
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
<3
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| — | The amazing, William Shakespeare. |
