I find, once again, that my writing it stagnating, as happens to me so often during the summer months spent back here in Texas. I miss Oklahoma, and I loathe this town I'm in now, and I miss my friends, one in particular. I miss my music, and even my professors. But I can only spend so long complaining about how much I don't have right now. It's not my place to complain, let alone write on for verse after verse of how bored I am. I wish I had more to muse me, but I'm in a bit of a dry spell, as I'm bored out of my mind, and don't want to subject other people to more bitching than is currently in this blog entry...but just in case you're wondering or worrying, I will be back to writing, probably by the first week of classes next semester...if I DON'T have something worth writing about by August, I suppose I'll wither up or something. I don't know. Anyway, farewell for now, and I'll keep reading your submissions as always, with open eyes, open ears, and an open mind. Penelope, Claire, and Jessica, you're always my favorites, and I hope you'll bear with me through this time, too.
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'He who knows others is learned. He who knows himself is wise.'
'Tomorrow will take us away,
Far from home--
No one will ever know our names,
But the bards' songs will remain.
Tomorrow, all will be known,
And You're not alone,
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain.
They all will remain
In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind....
Come close Your eyes;
You can see them, too.'
The Bard's Song: Into the Forest