A book bound in a material not unlike Broutac's cloak. It too changes color from a Brown, to a Bronze, to a Gold and then Black and back again. The top and bottom are hinged by thick metal like material. In the center of the face of the cover sits a strange looking lock. A set of five holes sits there as if fingers should be placed there. being the journal of a rogue it may not be advisable for a stranger to try this mechanism.
Saturday, 25 May 2013
I lie here tired,
I lie here sore.
Not knowing what to do,
not knowing anymore.
Thoughts run through my mind,
and they are much.
Of things long past,
of good and bad and such.
I wouldn't be whom I am,
without friends whom I've known.
They've thought me great things,
and for these things I've grown.
Now I find myself with thoughts,
about someone close to me.
I feel like I was in darkness,
and recently opened my eyes to see.
These roads we go down,
are strange from time to time.
Never knowing where we might go.
never knowing what we might find.
I give myself to faith,
to see where this may lead.
My life is on a good path,
good indeed.
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