in bad days

A sound, a distant sound, losing itself in the middle of the noise, a scratching noise that feels a lot like pain.A place, no place in particular but a group of places from a distant time. The sky as it is now as it was back then, and the electronics as they were not as they stand.One among the livings who is no longer around and one among the sane. Myself but not the one I am nowadays.And the promise of a future, good and great and then bad, because it cannot be perfect.Darkness coming from Middle Earth and a darkness soon to appear. Clones Attacking with minimal effect and my defense of a particular shoot.I still defend that.But no toys of that for me, rather an elven archer and a quest to continue.Russian sounds and girlie laughs and my piece of withering haven. Some old autumn days coming to my mind in a dark day of springtime.And tomorrow everything will be fine once more.