Smodden
May 11 shire callendar..
Why must we be forced to live in this World?....Why is this Burden mine...I often wonder how i came to live in this world...and not some other one, a more peacefull one. One without the wretched evil and cursed death i must face...everyday.
It wasn't always like this, was it?...it once was a nice world, where i could open the door on a chilly morning, walk out and feel the grass between my toes, let the dew soak my feet...and feel the breeze of the spring morn upon my cheeks...
At least i can still recall those days..thats something i suppose, that i havn't lost everything...yet.
I most always remember those wonderfull summerdays...so as not to go completely mad. Maybee i already am...mad i mean...would i be able to tell if i was?..what if i've been mad all this time and nobody told me...? What if nothing is as it seems the mountains are giants...the trees alive...the rocks and hills some big mouth to swallow me up into utter darkness...? WHat if i'm stuck in my own mind...and can't get out?...i've been mad for how long now?...I don't have a quest...i don't have a misson...i don't have clothes on my back...i'm losing everything...
NO.
I WILL become mad...if i keep thinking this way...pull yourself together, you are alive, you are sane, and well...for the time being.
Its getting dark...the rainclouds have dispersed...and have left puddles...i see my reflection in the water...gazing back at me hurling insults at me how i can't do it...how life has left me down...saying:" Why go on?"...and "you are worthless now"...
"You lost ur chance in this world...you should have worked harder....its all over now...give up...its no use...you have failed..."
but have i?...i must not think of that posibility now...i have to assume my friends are ok...
at least i still have friends...one of which is with me...without him i'd be lost...he pulls me together...
Hapiness is far from me/
the clouds of despair overshadow my house/
all that i have is gone, for i cannot see/
Nothing is left of the world i knew/
fallen into my inermost being...its so very hard to bare/
Of my former joy, its gone, it flew..../
Darkness covers my bed/
my bed of needles, closing my eyes i make it stop/
but the pain swells in my head.../
Flowin out of existance/
My world is hidden from me, instead i'm left with despair/
Death is persistant/
So my quest goes on/
And my friend comforts me, he does not understand/
and never will...my quest goes on/
Hapiness is far from me/
the clouds of despair overshadow my house/
all that i have is gone, for i cannot see/
But I have hope.
-Frodo Baggins.../(Smodden)
ok guys continue if you want these are the journals of Frodo Baggins...
Why must we be forced to live in this World?....Why is this Burden mine...I often wonder how i came to live in this world...and not some other one, a more peacefull one. One without the wretched evil and cursed death i must face...everyday.
It wasn't always like this, was it?...it once was a nice world, where i could open the door on a chilly morning, walk out and feel the grass between my toes, let the dew soak my feet...and feel the breeze of the spring morn upon my cheeks...
At least i can still recall those days..thats something i suppose, that i havn't lost everything...yet.
I most always remember those wonderfull summerdays...so as not to go completely mad. Maybee i already am...mad i mean...would i be able to tell if i was?..what if i've been mad all this time and nobody told me...? What if nothing is as it seems the mountains are giants...the trees alive...the rocks and hills some big mouth to swallow me up into utter darkness...? WHat if i'm stuck in my own mind...and can't get out?...i've been mad for how long now?...I don't have a quest...i don't have a misson...i don't have clothes on my back...i'm losing everything...
NO.
I WILL become mad...if i keep thinking this way...pull yourself together, you are alive, you are sane, and well...for the time being.
Its getting dark...the rainclouds have dispersed...and have left puddles...i see my reflection in the water...gazing back at me hurling insults at me how i can't do it...how life has left me down...saying:" Why go on?"...and "you are worthless now"...
"You lost ur chance in this world...you should have worked harder....its all over now...give up...its no use...you have failed..."
but have i?...i must not think of that posibility now...i have to assume my friends are ok...
at least i still have friends...one of which is with me...without him i'd be lost...he pulls me together...
Hapiness is far from me/
the clouds of despair overshadow my house/
all that i have is gone, for i cannot see/
Nothing is left of the world i knew/
fallen into my inermost being...its so very hard to bare/
Of my former joy, its gone, it flew..../
Darkness covers my bed/
my bed of needles, closing my eyes i make it stop/
but the pain swells in my head.../
Flowin out of existance/
My world is hidden from me, instead i'm left with despair/
Death is persistant/
So my quest goes on/
And my friend comforts me, he does not understand/
and never will...my quest goes on/
Hapiness is far from me/
the clouds of despair overshadow my house/
all that i have is gone, for i cannot see/
But I have hope.
-Frodo Baggins.../(Smodden)
ok guys continue if you want these are the journals of Frodo Baggins...