Dear notebook
If you can find one word to describe an ordinary day you would easily find yourself being puzzled and reach out for the libary that's hidden inside the mind and stil yet fail. When i look upon the blank paper i am uncapable to find what is needed to fill it in a rightful way. Something inside is broken a trust that once worked as a bridge.
The mirror is shattered as i find myself picking up the pieces and looking at them while the mind is slowly trying to reach out to define where they fit.
Will it mend?
The sun reflects upon the ruins of Ost Barandor as i thought i was going to pay respect to lady Rossiel while i was wandering around this morning gazing upon scrambled landscape that seems to be part of me no matter where i try to go.
There is always something that brings me back and i can't help myself wondering.
Why?
The day has just begun but the list is long somehow as i realised the herbs is running low and soon it will become difficult to find certain plants for the cold season.
It's time to fill the stock and bolster whatever nature will offer this mere rover in her seach to shelter herself from the frost that is soon will be upon us .
The tears is long gone as all that remains is the questions and the path that leads somewere.
*slowly gather her things and stands up and place her hands upon the tree
while she softly whispers " Le hannon.. " and opens up a bottle and pours the water near it's roots in gratitude and gentle respect before she close the book and leaves *
