under my skin, the heart grows weary.
"under my skin.. under these scars..take me again, tear me apart. Cause I wanna see everything you are till all that's left is not myself."
is my mind playing tricks on me? am i seeing what is real? am i given privileges to peek into different worlds? or perhaps another time-line? or have i just gone plain mad that somehow i cannot seem to put barriers between the subconscious and the conscious mind?
who knows, i might be a seer... the oracle that everybody says and thinks that i am?~
as time goes by, as much as we would like to fight it, fate keeps on taking over.
5 of the 14 have already gone to their rest.
now,
a 15th name came up and it was someone unexpected, someone that i
cannot live without. a person who has been the most influential in my
life. This person is my hero.
the influx of information is
something i that cannot fathom, and yet it keeps on pouring in like a
the definitive storm of your life's longest night.
i write inspired by the love of this person as my heart grows weary of the future.
having
to feel a dire need to for someone to hold me and save me as i tremble
past my way through one of the greatest battles between the reality, a
love's mortality and my sanity, i have come to terms with the
emotions i have been experiencing, and i cant help but to surrender
everything to "it", perhaps this is my realization that "it" is more
natural than life itself. "it"/"he" is something that every person must experience in order to live forever.
He has swept me off my feet and swooned me over a thousand times. and in
my head the constant battle to give in and give up has been at hand
several times, also.
..but i have to be strong for the sake of the people i adore.
..."I
can not see beyond these clouds surrounding, but I will not forget
that this is not the end. And I know that you will rise up from these
ashes and tomorrow will be the light that guides me."
Live Beautifully,
Iris Champagne