I have a feeling tonight is the night. So if it is, goodnight and I wish you all the best for your futures. I appreciate all the support tou have all given me but I dont think it was enough. Robert Frost once wrote the lines “and miles to go before I sleep/ and miles to go before I sleep.” It seems I have finished travelling the miles. So now I may sleep.
– effy stonem
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep…..                 Robert Frost
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep…..                Robert Frost
its getting harder and harder day by day. I just want to go away from this place and live alone with no one to judge me or hurt me. The only person i told about my depression is my boyfriend and it has been over 4 months since when i have told him. But not a single question, not a single flinch in his feelingless heart. He did not even wonder why i am sad sometimes for no apparant reason. […]
~ Polygon Window (Aphex Twin) – Quino-Phec ~
How countlessly they congregate
O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!–
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,–
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
Robert Frost ~ Stars
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
When they read that Robert Frost picture book to us in kindergarten, I don’t think they were really telling us what his poem meant.
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(Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.)
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