Wednesday, July 27, 2005

   how long has it been?....
Wel where should I begin. I honestly don't know. ^^''

Sorry about that and yeah.

So much has been goin on that I have been stresed out and frustrated and all those emotions came washing me down at once. It all has been a very tiring what ever. I don't know what to call it. *lol* XD

Yeah*sighs* There has and is still a lot of drama going on at my job. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Sorry....>.>
<.<

^^;;

Yup this college called me 3 times. Hopefully I'll be going to soon. Or at least starting. then there's my debit card stuff. >.<

Yeah i lost it agin and no it wasn't in a easy find place.

i still didn't get it.

Ne ways I'm still alive and kickink. I have so mant sites to visit and do stuff that includes mine own.

Yup I have my own site. YEAH!

*coughs*

Well I started another story. Yes another one. ^^'' I'll finish the other one and this as well. Hw many stories have i ssaid that for?

I don't know but here's the start of it Hope you enjoy. ^^

l8terz

There once was peace and calmness in this land of forgotten times. But as you walk through the forest you’ll see that the trees hold the stories of all the hardships this once thriving land was then. Scars are carved into the rough bark; the trunks lean over as if they were the elders themselves seeking rest.


No one cares to notice to hear the aspens songs, as the wind passes through like a musicians fingers strumming that of his string instrument. Yes this land, no this planet cries softly. The dew in the morning are the tears from the night before, the river is the collected dew and raindrops.

I ask a nearby traveler if he remembers the elves, the dwarves, and the rocks. He laughs hysterically in response and shakes his head in disgust. My heart aches and I fall to the ground. The pain is intolerable; I’ve dealt with it for as long as I can remember. You may only see me as a wretched old hermit in the woods. But let me tell you this I am a Keeper. One who holds and maintains the past events. Hope is what keeps me alive. It is what kept me alive for 300 years.

Why so surprised. Is the number so terrifying? Heh, well to me it’s not that old. I’ve seen five wars, six million useless battles and one to many petty arguments. Yeah… to many battles….to many wars . . . . . . . to. . . .Many souls lost to the riper.

Stupid mortals. All they do is argue over a grain of sand, a pebble. Can’t they see that there are so many things in this world not yet discovered? Can they see that once they pass on, they too will become that grain of sand that they fought coldheartedly over? Why “preach” now? Only the trees, grass, and creatures of this dank forest will listen to me. Only the forest will . . . listen to me.

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