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Marina Crowley
19 September 2013 @ 12:17 pm
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Marina Crowley
01 September 2013 @ 10:04 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.


~Robert Frost. The Road Not Taken.


Our journey started four and a half years ago. Together, we have gone everywhere and back, my dear. We have love, we have lost and we have found. We have created, and we have destroyed. We have been everything, done everything, seen everything. We have found hidden strengths and weaknesses and ourselves, and forged something that will never leave; we have forged ourselves.

Today I stand where I stood a long time ago, looking back at the lonely road where your footsteps chased mine. Today I'm lucky to be back to the two roads that diverged, lucky to have the chance to walk the one I left for later.

Four and a half years ago, you, the artist, my friend, you were born, and to your birthplace I come to die.

It has been a beautiful journey that I miss each passing day, and I will never forget everything it taught me. But today, youretheartist is no more. It stopped feeling right. I grew out of it.

Whoever wants to follow my crazy train, is welcome to add me. For those who won't, thank you, it was such a pleasure to share a slice of me with you all.

 
 
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