ReflectionReflectionReflection
As I pack my final possessions I am still in disbelief that we are leaving this land. My home for so many years seems to call to me, pleading for me to remain. Its call wrenches at my soul. How long I have dwelled in the shadow of these mountains, meditating on the sorrow of my kin. On one side, the distant crash of ocean waves fills my mind. The soft lull of the sea soothes the heaviness I feel weighing upon my heart. The home of my ancestors lies across those expansive waters. But on my other side, lies the hazy Ered Luin that have shielded me from the woes of this world and provided me with my wisdom. It is difficul
The FlameIn the darkness, I can see the candle flame flicker as the wind brushes past. I hold my breath as I watch each new gust threaten to extinguish the life of the fire. Its blue soul is deceptive of the passionate intensity it harbors and I reach out to touch it, overcome by my temptation. But I quickly retract my hand as the flame is set off again in a series of jerky movements. As it dodges death, it slowly transforms in my eyes to a dance with danger. The overwhelming desire to flirt with disaster outweighs the possible consequences of such action. Slowly I exhale, believing that the flame has prevailed, but then the wind bursts past again andThe Flame
The BrookO! Wandering, murmuring brook, why art thou so sad? What ancient pain or deep sorrow dost thou incoherently babble of? Why should thou not be as jovial as thy elder brother, the rampant river, or as peaceful as they mother, the placid lake? Thou art as beautiful as they, with all the gifts the shrouding trees dost yield thee and the secret thoughts of the mischievous nymphs that only thou hast heard. Could not the wind hesitate for but a moment to listen to your sorrows? Surely in his own selfish wailing, he would not air your secrets. Or dost thou fear the mountains, noble and grand, will learn of thy remorse? I doubt that even they, so oldThe Brook
DawnThe willow trees whisper in the soft moonlight while fireflies dance above crystal waters. A melody, faintly sounding, flows lightly on the wind; the stars reflect in the glistening pool and the silence reigns again. Dew drops begin to form as the morning mist descends and the sky begins to lighten with the sun's warm, gentle rays.Dawn
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Happiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding.
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Happiness is good health and a bad memory (Ingrid Bergman)
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Some people say you've got to face your inner demons. I think that's swell.
Me and my demons...well, we had a compromise, but now they take over the body while I'm asleep and awake. Tricky little devils.
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