like it or not...it's mine
When I was younger sometimes I'd have days where I'd spend the afternoon laying under a blanket, crying off and on - but have no idea why. I didn't feel upset. Nothing bad had happened. I was just crying.
Today feels like one of those days. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's just plain ol' sadness. Maybe it's both. But whatever it is, I sure wish I had someone around to give me a hug and make me feel better.
posted by Steph at 5:32 PM
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.
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