Its been several days since my last dream. Looking over my last page, it occurs to me that had I not written it down I don't think I would remember it at all. Most of my dreams I have no recollection of after I awake. But I suppose that's normal.
I've decided to head towards the mountains. I'm four days in, and still a day out before I can see the trees and the rocks at the base. I don't know what it is that I expect to find there that I hadn't already looked at many times before. Just hopes that one day something will click in my head.
I guess, when you get right down to it? I'm broken. I'm not like anyone else, and relate to few, if any at all. I remember the lively one, she said they were homeless. Yet, she was so full of life and energy. How? How does one loose a their home and be so full of life? I'm intrigued to say the least. I don't even know the full scope of what I might have lost, yet it weighs on me like the mountain I head for.
How? Just another question in this never ending quest for answers. I think when I return from this colossal waste of time, I'm going to search them out. Perhaps I can at least get one question answered. Though, as with everything else I'm certain to find two more to replace it with.
I said goodbye to Old mother at the camp before I left, she barely looked up at me. She just continued stirring the stew, pausing for only a moment. Before I left, she said quietly that I should not return again. There was a heaviness in her crackled voice, as if she was sending me off somewhere. Where the hells else am I to go?
I'm a highlander, and yet even among my own like the ones in little Ala Mhigo, they look on me as an outsider. I despise the name, and don't even know why. One even accused me of being a sell sword. What could I do? The looks I got from them said it all. I didn't even bother to state that my bow was indeed, not for sale at any price.
Sometimes, I wish I had never woken up. Yet I try to find something to believe in, something bigger than them, myself and all of it. Maybe I do belong out here with the stones, and the animals. Yeah...today was a hard day. Maybe I'm just tired. I think I'll put more wood on the fire and get some sleep.
I've decided to head towards the mountains. I'm four days in, and still a day out before I can see the trees and the rocks at the base. I don't know what it is that I expect to find there that I hadn't already looked at many times before. Just hopes that one day something will click in my head.
I guess, when you get right down to it? I'm broken. I'm not like anyone else, and relate to few, if any at all. I remember the lively one, she said they were homeless. Yet, she was so full of life and energy. How? How does one loose a their home and be so full of life? I'm intrigued to say the least. I don't even know the full scope of what I might have lost, yet it weighs on me like the mountain I head for.
How? Just another question in this never ending quest for answers. I think when I return from this colossal waste of time, I'm going to search them out. Perhaps I can at least get one question answered. Though, as with everything else I'm certain to find two more to replace it with.
I said goodbye to Old mother at the camp before I left, she barely looked up at me. She just continued stirring the stew, pausing for only a moment. Before I left, she said quietly that I should not return again. There was a heaviness in her crackled voice, as if she was sending me off somewhere. Where the hells else am I to go?
I'm a highlander, and yet even among my own like the ones in little Ala Mhigo, they look on me as an outsider. I despise the name, and don't even know why. One even accused me of being a sell sword. What could I do? The looks I got from them said it all. I didn't even bother to state that my bow was indeed, not for sale at any price.
Sometimes, I wish I had never woken up. Yet I try to find something to believe in, something bigger than them, myself and all of it. Maybe I do belong out here with the stones, and the animals. Yeah...today was a hard day. Maybe I'm just tired. I think I'll put more wood on the fire and get some sleep.
