Tales of a Wandering Wolf

Searching the lands by the silvery light of the moon, the midnight sun. Seeking out a place to call home and seeking out meaning for the creature known simply as 'myself.'

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Monday, July 02, 2007

You Are Lost...



Every time I listen to it, I find myself moved, cut. My eyes water, but I can only ever shed but a single tear.

I don't understand why it is that I can only cry a single tear when I need to. All the pressure built up inside and a single tear is supposed to ease the pressure of it all.

Words of Gollum's Song echo in my mind, lyrics of the song. They say "and you will weep, when you face the end alone. You are lost. You can never go home."

Those of my family don't understand why it is that I've used a picture of Gollum for myself. I'm not sure I know entirely. Perhaps part of me knows what it is to lose something precious. Maybe it's simply entombing oneself in a cave to be insulated from the world around us.

Events in my life have unearthed violent memories, things I need to face if I expect to bring peace to my life. At least this time I've friends to face it with. I may be lost, where I live not a home, but perhaps I'll find a place to truly call home in time. I just need to make it that far.