Dear notebook
I just woke up to the sound of heavy rain as all i could do was to curl up in the bedroll and listen to the soft tone before i reached out to you my friend.
Another night has passed by with shattered dreams that kept my mind from walking down the dwindling stairs that led to emptiness of rest while the shadows was grinding it's teeths to keep it a bay.
The comfort of finding the cold steel with thorny edge of the dagger underneath my fingertips awoke the instict of survival and made the gloom fade away as i could finally lean back and drift away again.
*opens up the tent so she can have alook at the rain stil wrapped in the bedroll while she trying to arrange her curly hair without much success and opens up the notebook again.*
The flowers bows in simple grace like they are dancing as i find myself being a listener to a song that being played by such tenderness.
Some birds is sitting underneath some leaves in the tree nearby curled up while they seem to take in the moment in a soft spoken way.
A puddle has already formed itself outside and with curiousity i simply lean forward perhaps in hope to see what's hiding underneath it's surface but all i can see is the reflection the grey sky.
*reaches out her hand while a rain drop tenderly falls down on her hand as all she can do is to looks upon the perfect sphere with wonder before she allow the drop fall
into the puddle when she discover she stil got dried blood underneath her nails*
The numbing vibrant wind is howling like it's singing along the sweet tempered hymn while it rip the last leaves from the withering flowers.
Who can deny such purety of honesty the nature express itself without being delighted i wonder.
I think i will remain in the tent today and allow the day pass by as it is and be mesmerized by what's being presented to me .
The chaotic images and words flashes by like those leaves that chasing the wind entangled to find a rhythm .
The string on my bow twirl itself in the same way stil yet holds togheter.
"Caro naid dithin na veleth veleg Keithia..." my brother words the day before we were ambushed well spoken words how life should be lived but so few live choose to.
Why follow the stream when there is a waterfall to challenge .. why does some choose the book with the colorful cover with the fancy text on the back
instead of selecting the brown book with no cover and only will tell it's tale for those who dedicates their time and effort..
Perhaps because it's the easiest way to do..Ú-chenion...i think i never will..
*picks up the paint kit and starts mixing the colors before she turns the page and starts painting*
