The Skinny

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I'm in the process. I'd like to expand on that, but it's in the process. I go about my business under the guidance of gut-feelings and universal street signs. I see myself as a very quiet person. Not because I have little to say, only that my abundant thoughts know not where to start. As a child I fantasized about looking through a telescope to give me truth about the world. It amuses me now that what I am doing is looking down a microscope in an effort to reevaluate my holistic position. I am a loner, a drifter, a dreamer.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Academic Avenue

I tried to do this yesterday but I was too stoned to commit to sentences. Things have been happening in my life in questionable consecutive coincidence. It's another one of those moments that leave me stunned in wonder. Sudden realization had left my heart racing. It's pounding beats lulling me into a euphoric calm. Just as sudden, I saw myself at a crossroads and I knew with all clarity, which path I needed to follow.
I need to take the road less trodden upon. Pack my bags for academia. My romances can wait. This takes a lot of explaining and back story which I don't have time for. Someone just promised me a blunt and sadly I must cut this encounter short. I leave you with this:

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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