ok, so i just feel like writing some stuff down and i have no reason and i have no subject. i just want to. i guess that's ok... to just want something just because. i love my family blog and it makes it so easy to keep everyone updated and to keep a family record of what's going on with us. but that's all about the girls and our family. and not only that, but i feel like i have to keep it secure. i don't really want to post all that info on the web for any ol' freakshow to read. i don't care who reads this. i'm not going to spill my guts or give away my position. i'm just going to write. because i can. because i want to.
now here is the kicker. you can read it if you want to. isn't that crazy?!? if you feel like it, you can skip it or read it or comment on it (and these comments actually work correctly - hallelujah!) or whatever. well, you can't edit it or delete it, but you can think about it if you want.
anyway, that's all. it's just another blog. only i'm writing it and it's just for me. enjoy. or don't. whatever.
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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's 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,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- robert frost
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's 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,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- robert frost
About Me
- Marne
- i don't know how to answer a question like that... "about me". i guess by writing in this blog, i'm hoping that maybe i'll get to know a little more about me and who i have become/am becoming.
1 comment:
I like it. It's like our generation's version of correspondence with a dear friend. Or an unlocked diary. Thanks for sharing. -M
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