Monday, January 13, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
I hate this. I've become a dreamer who doesn't dream and I don't know where I lost that. I keep thinking that maybe if I knew why I've become so broken then maybe I can start to put myself back together again.
I'm adrift and looking for a new course... but I feel like I've lost the tools to plot the way.
I'm adrift and looking for a new course... but I feel like I've lost the tools to plot the way.
Thursday, January 09, 2014
It's been a year and I still dream about her. She hurt me more deeply than any other woman ever has and yet, in my dreams, all I feel is longing and regret. It's a bit ironic really, she broke everything when she couldn't let go of her past and now here I am, still looking back.
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
A New Year
All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.