“Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you every feel, feel so paper thin
like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?” 291 more words
(Drawing, in ink and pencil)
‘By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed) – Gandalf came by… 515 more words