Half-life
I'm not alive
At best I'm only half alive
I sleep, and breathe, and
Occasionally I eat
But I have no will to strive
For that elusive something
People need to have
That keeps them from destruction
Allows them to survive.
I'm not alive
At best I'm only half alive
I sleep, and breathe, and
Occasionally I eat
But I have no will to strive
For that elusive something
People need to have
That keeps them from destruction
Allows them to survive.
That's a beautiful picture. Put together with the poem, though, the bear seems so forlorn. It seems he's looking for something.
ReplyDeleteOf course he's looking for something - his Lyra.
ReplyDeleteSo she can help him find his armor :P
ReplyDeleteIt's not still missing is it?
ReplyDeleteI always seem to misplace it :-|
ReplyDeleteThat´s why Lyras and Ioreks are made for each other. Lyras are superb armour-finders and Ioreks willing to protect Lyras at whatever cost. And when neither of those is required they can romp across the ice-fields and enjoy mugs of hot cocoa (to wash down the odd seal for the panserbjorn) together.
ReplyDeleteHot cocoa sounds good, preferably by a crackly fire with the lights off.
ReplyDeleteBut of course. If you´re going to have hot cocoa, there´s nothing better that drinking it in front of a log fire and letting the light it gives play in the shadows of the room. Oh, and I forgot to add the brandy to the cocoa.
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