First entries never make any sense.
This is the journal and ramblings of Beren Erchamion, wow … I bet that first line enthralls any of you that have decided to snoop in my journal?
Well after such an exciting start, how can I ever follow it on? I’ll tell you how, rather pathetically that’s how, when one has no real purpose in life and is used to fighting for all one wants, life in the slow lane is somewhat mundane. True I still have my sword, I could go a wandering around threateningly brandishing it around like a boorish moron, attempting to goad others into battle, yet it hardly seems like a worthwhile pursuit, even for me.
Fair singing, fair faces and health and joy, yeah bet you’ve heard all that before too? Ah so bored, so lost for things to do and places to go, have you ever felt the need to just do something because? Well I know that’s a question everyone probably answers freely, yes too, but have you ever just gone ahead and actually followed the thought through? Climbed that mountain just because it’s there? Wished upon the first star you spy, as night crawls in taking over from day? Stood up in the middle of a filled hall and yelled the name of your beloved out loudly, just because?
Ah there you go … see time alone to myself once more and so I start to ramble pointlessly on, my mouth never knowing an end to the incredibly dimwitted nonsense that loves to trickle aimlessly out of it.
Looking down at the first page in the journal, eyebrow slightly raised as he sighs looking at what he’s just written, breaths out noisily as thought that were going to change the mood he currently finds himself locked in, doodles on the edge of the paper somewhat before slamming the journal shut. Muttering freely to himself.
Beren: And to think this was meant to keep me occupied.
Standing himself up wandering over to the small glassless window, leaning the upper part of his torso out as far as it’ll go feeling the wind tousle his hair, laughing loudly into the breeze as it caresses his skin, shaking his hair around freely. Just for a moment a briefest moment forgetting he’s bored, letting the wind whisper faint promises of things to come upon his skin before once more drawing himself within the walls and facing reality straight in the face yet again.
Well after such an exciting start, how can I ever follow it on? I’ll tell you how, rather pathetically that’s how, when one has no real purpose in life and is used to fighting for all one wants, life in the slow lane is somewhat mundane. True I still have my sword, I could go a wandering around threateningly brandishing it around like a boorish moron, attempting to goad others into battle, yet it hardly seems like a worthwhile pursuit, even for me.
Fair singing, fair faces and health and joy, yeah bet you’ve heard all that before too? Ah so bored, so lost for things to do and places to go, have you ever felt the need to just do something because? Well I know that’s a question everyone probably answers freely, yes too, but have you ever just gone ahead and actually followed the thought through? Climbed that mountain just because it’s there? Wished upon the first star you spy, as night crawls in taking over from day? Stood up in the middle of a filled hall and yelled the name of your beloved out loudly, just because?
Ah there you go … see time alone to myself once more and so I start to ramble pointlessly on, my mouth never knowing an end to the incredibly dimwitted nonsense that loves to trickle aimlessly out of it.
Looking down at the first page in the journal, eyebrow slightly raised as he sighs looking at what he’s just written, breaths out noisily as thought that were going to change the mood he currently finds himself locked in, doodles on the edge of the paper somewhat before slamming the journal shut. Muttering freely to himself.
Beren: And to think this was meant to keep me occupied.
Standing himself up wandering over to the small glassless window, leaning the upper part of his torso out as far as it’ll go feeling the wind tousle his hair, laughing loudly into the breeze as it caresses his skin, shaking his hair around freely. Just for a moment a briefest moment forgetting he’s bored, letting the wind whisper faint promises of things to come upon his skin before once more drawing himself within the walls and facing reality straight in the face yet again.