letter to a loved one

Dear ____,

it's three o'clock in the morning and I miss you like hell.
I have been sitting in my room for endless hours, thinking of you and me and the countless times we have spent together, blissfully blinded by our passion and love.
With an emergent restlessness have I pondered about the many ways I have wronged you, slashing several wounds through your heart as you slowly become immune against each one of them. 

I have not been a good lover, nor have I been a great friend, and through this letter do I desire to announce my heartfelt apology upon tenderly wishing for our lovely reunion once again.

Only 300 kilometers keep us apart, yet I feel as if you live in a surreal universe I am not even allowed to fathom of.

I understand that I have yet to learn the true worth of your care and compassion... and therefore do I now beg of you to strengthen the perpetual patience you continuously have shown me.
I am a sinner - and I fear that I will remain so for quite a while. For I am young, and temptations have not failed to dominate my curious heart.

Yet, I also appeal to you not to forget one very crucial matter: my unconditional love for you which, like a volcano, quietly remains fervent within me as it patiently waits for the next opportunity to erupt and explode.

You are the only silver lining there is - and ever will be.

I love you,
Renee 

(P.S: Happy holidays, everyone!)

:S

Writing is imprinting the unspeakable in words.

Good night, world.

Renee

Worth the Listen

This song is simply the new definition of addiction:

"Crossfire" by Brandon Flowers 




kisses,
Renee :)

identity crisis part 1

Hi, my name is _____, am seventeen years of age, and I don't know who I am.

Every morning, I look for something to hold onto - something inspiring... palpable... unique... something real and of life's true essence;  something that, no matter what anyone would do or say, I could really include to the collection of things and treasures I can really call mine.

Life has been a dump and a real downer as I've survived these last seventeen years with a certain dragging monotony that still haunts my daily life. I wake up every day as light comes into my eyes upon seeing the white, dull ceiling staring back at me with its chilly plainness. It hurts. It hurts so much - the rays of brightness, the piercing simplicity, the blanche routine.

I never asked it to be this way - I never asked it to be any other way, for that matter. C'est seulement comme ca - et il faut que je la subisse. You can't blame me, though, just as I can't blame anyone - just as I can't blame myself nor the world.

I'm seventeen - and I haven't done anything for anyone - not even for myself. I haven't done enough, nor have I done anything for a single soul that lives in this world.

I love life.

I love my family.

Friends.

I love this world.

yet, the only thing that I just can't love is myself...

Hi, my name is _______, and I just lost the definition of "______."



P.S: interpretationsfrei.