Good morning, sweethearts.
My name is Christine de Lioncourt and I am here again to bleed out my secret thoughts.
I have witnessed many losses, tears and weeps, deepest fears, as of my own as of others, but also lies and coldness by my beloved ones... as the time passed.
Time, a curse which mankind whishes to posses and thinks the same is real.
That's just another lie, I assure you.
My thoughts are not as empty as I believe and I cannot hold myself back from writing.
Even if these words are empty, they are marking my return into this world.
I am sometimes cold.
Sympathetically cold.
I feel sorrow.
I am motionless.
If I start crying, will my tears be nothing but drops of blood?
Illusion... I have to create myself a new illusion within which I will be able to dwell.
Who do I have to pray to give me myself back?
No one.
That is why I have returned... to see whether my blood had been changed.
Yes, it stills the same.
"I can finally breathe again..." ~ she sighed in tears, looking at the full moon thru her opened window.
<3
Post je objavljen 05.07.2009. u 00:25 sati.