Hey everyone.

I hope that you have had an awesome week. (: My sister has recently discovered a new love for a movie called "Tarzan". As we are usually around we usually watch it with her. I have taken a liking to a song written by Phil Collins. Its called "You'll be in My Heart". I just wanted to share the lyrics with all of you.

You'll be in My Heart
By Phil Collins.


Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand Hold it tight

I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always

Why can't they understand
the way we feel
They just don't trust
what they can't explain
I know we're different but,
deep inside us
We're not that different at all

And you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on

Now and forever more

Don't listen to them
'Cause what do they know
We need each other,
to have, to hold
They'll see in time
I know

When destiny calls you
You must be strong
cause I may not be with you
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time
I know
We'll show them together cause

you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on,
Now and forever more

Oh, you'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be in my heart, always
Always

yes I'll be with you.
cause I'll be there for you always
always and always
just look over your shoulder
just look over your shoulder
just look over your shoulder
I'll be there for you always
always

Thanks for reading,
Kirstiee.

I Have to Understand He's Gone.

I sit starring at a picture that I drew of my brother.
I look straight into the eyes of this figure and I know that it is him.
How could I not? For it was drawn by my own hand.
I do not see this person as my brother but as my hero.
I listen to the recorded words over and over. This screaming in my ear.
I love the sound of the voices past.
His eyes. His voice. They bring back all the faded memories of the good times and better times.
I shall never forget the laughter that we shared. Nor the tears from both our eyes.
How am I gonna talk to now? Who can ask for advice?
To be honest I'm scared. I was always the introvert of our family and you the extrovert.
Some times it feels as if I am in a house full of strangers.
I need my brother, I don't want him to turn into a faded memory.
I didn't know what I would have done with out him and now he's gone.
Will that ever get through to me?
I'll never know.
What happens in the absence of Love? Depression. Desolation.
With out love, there is simply, no tomorrow.
We can not lose the love.
Not now. Not ever.
I love my brother and I always will.
But without his warming smile everyday feels like winter.
I love you, Josh. Never forget it.

Working on letting go,
The more.

Photo Challenge for this week:
Take a photo of your hero. (:
Mine are at the top.
Send them into: Chaotickirstie@live.com

A Different Persective.

Hello everyone,

Our family has has a recent chain of mishaps. At the time I felt that I was responsible for some of these recent events. So, I took a new perspective on things. I stepped into my brother's shoes and Hannah's shoes. At this point I didn't have the slightest clue why he felt this way about someone so young. So, I thought of some other examples of the age difference. I first looked into classic literature. I first thought of William Shakespeare. I thought of how he wrote above the peoples vocabulary. I thought of Romeo and Juliet. Out of my feeling I wrote this a piece that I would like to share with you, readers.

The Perfect Crime.

We're like Romeo and Juliet.
Our love is forbidden yet our embrace hides under the cover of the shadows.
They all said young love was impossible well tonight we'll prove them wrong.
The course of true love never did run smoothly.
There will always be something or someone ripping us apart.
Always pushing. Always ripping.
Will they succeed?
I shall never know.
Tonight, I shall not worry about it, everything is perfect.
As I hold you for the last time...
...I whisper...
"Tonight we commit the perfect crime...
...I'll steal your heart and you'll steal mine."
We must not become attached for no matter how tightly you hold onto something it will always be ripped from your hands.
For the end is near.
Our love is desolate...
...the end is here.


Thanks for reading. (:

Forever yours,
Kirstie.