world of my own

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

*loves *

the colour orange
the sky and the water (:

Thursday, September 06, 2007

she stayed away. she never ventured there after that. there were monsters and scary things there. beasts and fearful things she didn't want to face. didn't dare to face.

but then time passed and she was sick and tired of that black hole in her. that part that was fearful of beasts and monsters. it was time to face her fears.

and she discovered there weren't monsters there after all. it was just an ordinary park with bicycle lanes and grasses and flowers.

now if only she could learn how to forgive.

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joo spoke
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