Iris

       Dearest you,I sit writing as the walls of my writing room beckon…the words of iris.

 

“And I’d give up forever to touch you
‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right nowAnd all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later, it’s over
I just don’t wanna miss you tonightAnd I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.”         If this wasn’t love my dreary world I shan’t never know what is. It feels like you are submerged in the deepest of  waters, without mere light, without any signs of land, Et then you fight for your air, swimming with your last zeal to exist, coming up for breath. You exhale as if life had written you an abandoned note.i breath thinking of such depth.
That’s the kind of love I hope my mont blanc tells.
One day, un jour.        Bonsoir le monde,                       RSYou bleed to know your alive.