All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken.
A light from the shadow shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
slowly pass me by.
As I try to hold you, you are vanishing before me.
You're just an illusion.
*feel like 15 again* T___T
My life, oh my life...
2016 is coming to an end, can you believe that?!
What the heck. 0_o
Is text-emoticon still a thing?
I want to type more but have nothing substantial to say as usual.