From Palestine, State of🇵🇸
Gender Man
Age 17
Online 2 months ago
Joined June 2025
User type User

About

One day I felt so bored, No light, no spark, just a flat chord. Then I found this little place, Clicked around… gave life a face. I thought, why not? Let’s get on board. A name? I chose one, like drawing a sword. Call me Oshara, that’s who I am, A wanderer lost in a world’s grand jam. I like new friends, new paths, new sound, But loneliness? Yeah, it still comes around. Yet maybe it’s fate — not just coincidence, That led me here, past silence and distance. I wanted to learn of a certain ring, The one that binds… rules everything. The Elves, the Hobbits, the hearts of men, A journey that echoes again and again. And what of Bilbo, that curious soul? The dragon? The dwarves? The treasure? The toll? A story of gold, of courage and fear, Of a burglar who vanished, then reappeared. So this is no poem, I said at the start, Just words from a mind, and a wondering heart. But here it stands, a poem in disguise— Born from boredom, beneath cloudy skies. Not madness. Not rhyme. Just scattered thought, A quiet rebellion that boredom brought. Hope you enjoy it, this tale from afar… Sincerely yours, From a lad, in a country so far.