time goes so fast. so fast, in fact, that sometimes i'm not sure i get my recommended daily dose from my minutes. some days i try harder than others to really milk each and every second. some days i don't try so much.
tonight i blasted my music and danced like a 3 year old to "dead man's party" (it is always easier to dance like a 3 year old if you follow the lead of actual 3 year olds - so i did... follow 3 year olds). my life is complex and exhausting. but now and then i get to dance with complete and wild abandon. that makes it perfect.
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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
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- 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.
3 comments:
Yea, Yea, Yea, I am on the family blog.
DeVon
I do think that the revolutions of the earth must be increasing. I remember time when I was a kid that dragged on and on and on. I ask my kids if they ever feel like that and they don't know what I am talking about.
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