Bilbo's song- J.R.R. Tolkien
Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.
Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.
Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast!
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I was at borders yesterday when I read that. It was so beautiful and I didn't want it to end. The picture of the Hobbits by the harbor stirred up such a horribly sad feeling in me. argh!
I'm exhuasted and I can't go on.I want to stay in bed and pretend I'm still asleep so I won't have to face the fact that I'm still alive... still breathing and just waiting for my time to die.
I'm tired of waiting... waiting for so many things.
I'm waiting for him.
But I'm not going to wait anymore... I'm tired of waiting.
I'll move on and I won't care about anything that I believe was meant to be. I won't care that I have been looking all my life for someone like you and now I'm just going to let you go... let the feeling be erased because maybe I knew all along that perfection was not meant for a world like this.
So baby, maybe you can feel what I mean.
I need to get away. away from life and away from it all. Coz I'm tired of pretending that I'm pleased with everything. I'm not happy and I don't feel like I can take another step in the crazy world or I might just collapse on the ground and not ever get up again.
*Stargazer*
watched the stars @
*7:40 PM*
SANTA MONICA In santa monica in the winter time The lazy streets so undemanding I walk into the crowd In santa monica you get your Coffee from The coolest places on the Promenade Where people dress just so Beauty so unavoidable everywhere You turn It’s there I sit and wonder what am i Doing here But on the telephone line i Am anyone I am anything I want to be I could be a super model or Norman mailer And you wouldn’t know the Difference Or would you In santa monica all the people got Modern names Like jake or mandy And modern bodies too In santa monica on the boulevard You’ll have to dodge those In line skaters Or they’ll knock you down I never felt so lonely Never felt so out of place I never wanted something more Than this But on the telephone line i Am anyone I am anything I want to be I could be a super model or Norman mailer And you wouldn’t know the Difference On the telephone line I am Any height I am any age I want to be I could be a caped crusader or Space invader And you wouldn’t know The difference Or would you
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