Love Holds You To Me
Love? You would leave me for Armand if he beckoned you. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm not feeling well tonight.
My eyes ache, my head aches and I feel quite shaky. Even as I sit here, I shake like there is a deep chill in my body. (Some would say its due to the large ice block where my heart should be) Perhaps I am going blind. That wouldn't be so nice, would it? I have noticed my vision not being so great, but I guess I could pass it off to the stress, and the weather change causing my little head to ache. Time shall see. But I really do not feel well. I am doing nothing tomorrow I have decided. The day shall be a "Me" day. I shall lay in bed, wearing a pretty nightgown and dream about things that only I can dream about. It sounds lovely. Don't you agree? Perhaps I shall light some candles, play some beautiful classical music and dream away.
I recieved a grand present today.
A friend located a copy of Phantom of the Opera on DVD for me. The quality is amazing, and the real version is not due out until May. This makes Nikki a very very very happy little girl. Not much makes me happy these days. Louis, Lestat and Phantom. What more could a girl ask for? Although, I must admit that I am torn. Whom do I love the most? It is a tough question, and I don't feel I am quite ready to make a decision right away. Wouldn't be fair to give up one of my loves for the other. What right have I to judge these three magnificant creatures?
I don't write nearly as often as I should. But I find my life is dull and lifeless. I promise I'll write more, if only you'll read. I'm sure I could think of things to write, to ramble on about. Such as I am doing now. It's a gift you see, being able to ramble on about absolutly nothing. Don't you envy me?
I find that everybody has ended up in their own little worlds again. We don't speak anymore. We just read words, assume the world is fine, and then return to our lives. But do keep writing. I miss you all when there is nothing to read.
I think I am done for the evening. I am not a writer, only a dreamer. I'm off to my lovley little world within my mind. Visit me sometime, won't you?