:: A Vagrant's Story ::

"Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn."

~Matthew Arnold, Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (85-88)
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:: Thursday, January 01, 2004 ::

[Mood: Melancholy]

[Music: Instant Music by The Pillows]

And so it begins anew

Well, I made it through another year...
And actually, this post would be about a retrospective of the last year, but,
I don't have the heart to.

I woke up around 11 am today, and went online for a bit. I checked movie listings, and, BINGO! haha...
I was at the office box at 11:45 and bought my ticket. Wow...

You haven't seen Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, until you've seen it on a friggin' IMAX screen from less than 30 feet away from you. xD
I did watch it alone, but it was still okay. I was left with a feeling of euphoria for a long while after the movie ended...

...I was thrust upon a fellowship among different races, sometime ago. (It makes me wish to have a ragtag bunch of friends who'll stick through thick and thin with me...)
It was truly sad to have to see it end today.
But what more fitting time for it to end, than on New Years Day, eh?
For things start anew once more. Let the past be swept away with a gentle caress of the wind.
We stand at the edge of the ocean's shore, next to our last ship, staring upon the horizon and its sunset...
We wonder what will happen during our journey towards the next shore...

May you be blessed with many adventures, my friends.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! ^_^

"Cheers," he solemnly says.
The boy puts up his goblet in the air to toast to no one in particular, and drinks some of its contents. He gives a final, saddened look, upon the land he was once on. A sigh of memory came from his lips. He turned away, realizing there was nothing more for him in those lost lands, and put on his cloak. He stepped into his vessel, cut his anchor, and stepped foward to the front of his small ship.
He felt the wind whispering to him, yet, he couldn't understand its strange idiom. The wind carried him away, regardless.
He looked up at the sunset, smiled,
"Here's....to me,"
and drank the last of what was in his goblet; the lone figure and ship, melting into the sun...

Setting sail again,
~The Vagrant

:: Kevin 10:05 PM [+] ::
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