Often the solitary one
finds grace for himself
the mercy of the Lord,
Although he, sorry-hearted,
must for a long time
move by hand
along the waterways,
the ice-cold sea,
tread the paths of exile.
Events always go as they must!
The Wanderer
You’re reading this, so I presume that you find me interesting?
I’m not, actually. I’m just a child who dreams of worlds beyond our own, worlds quite visible to all of us who care to look. A child who sees of fiction as a haven, and who feels fantasy as his home. Of course, you, dear reader and fellow writer, can imagine what I’m talking about, hence I am not, I am sure, that different from you.
I can be something of a dilettante, I admit, but not completely so. When I have something I can consider a passion, then I'm committed to it, with all my heart. Writing is like that for me; I only find it a bother to open my computer and type something up, especially if I had already written an idea down. So, please forgive me for not posting that much, if you care, alright? XD
Well, it been three months exactly since I last posted, and I think that's a record for me. Although I think I had scribbled at least a dozen poems and one chapter of fiction in class already, I just can't find time to type everything up. I can't even find the time to do my job in the school paper. Ah, well...
I apologize to those who are expecting me to review, especially Marinus. I really want to read more from you, I really do! I just wish I'd graduate already, though I'm not sure whether I'd have more time in college... Anyway, I'm really sorry!
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