A Celtic Midnight
I am now, once more protected. I have been reuinited with my most prized necklace, my celtic cross. It sounds as if I'm dwelling in the past, but the truth is, I'm dying for the future. My life is almost content. I can almost taste it. Just around the bend. And two.will.become.one. The material things do not matter. I would sacrifice it all, just to be with her, in her arms. I want to do so much more, to show my gratitude and feelings. But much more cannot be done at this moment. I love her. More then anything, stronger then all my relationships stapled together. As I mentioned befor, any sacrifice is a small amount to pay to live within her eyes. I would even ditch my music if it came between us. She is my life, the golden thread that, once cut, sends you down a painful tunnel to Hell. She keeps the heart beating, almost to fast. She keeps me breathing, no matter how much I smoke. My mind, now focused; determined. Success, the gateway leading a path to support. I don't care whether you can understand this or not, to be honest, after I hit the submit button, I doubt it will make much sense to me in literal terms. I have not gazed upon the small computer screen long enough to read what I'm typing, but to see my progress. This is coming from the heart. This is what I feel. One month just around the corner. It may seem crazy, but only if you are unsure. I am being completely honest with myself. A way to raise myself until I can hear that sweat innocent voice again. It's amasing how, almost two, three months ago, I was contemplating whether to be selfsih and hypocritical, or willing and depressed. Only one person knows what I mean by that, and all of you can assume. But you will never know because sympathy is an eternal sin. Erin guided me, step by step, into a world were I felt better then ever befor. I feel complete, like a highly mature five year old. Hardly anything else matters, no matter what it is. Just hearing that angelical tone of her voice makes my heart race. Problems are no longer a threat to my self-built society of myself. I love you Erin, more then anything. I'm not sure if has exactly helped me express how I feel torwards us, but I tryed. I attempted to describe what love cannot.