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 is 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.
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
I can recall many small details from my childhood. For instance, I remember how when I was 3; my mother and I lived in a one bedroom apartment next to some railroad tracks in Riverside. Mom screamed and yelled and carried on all the time for no reason. She was always angry. She scared me. So one day, I decided I would escape. She fell asleep on the couch, and the VHS of Interview with a Vampire had just finished playing on our small TV. The screen had turned that vibrant blue it would when videos finished playing. The video player had ejected the video, as it always did when it finished automatically rewinding.
I liked Claudia from the movie. She just went where she wanted with her two Daddies. It was cool. Her hair was the same gold color as mine, but so curly. I wanted curly hair like that too. I wanted to run and run and be free. I wanted those fancy lace dresses and beautiful Porcelain dolls. I didn’t want Mom to scream and cry anymore. I dragged a chair quietly from the dining room to the front door of our apartment. Mom thrashed around on the couch, and let out a low snore. Then she barely stirred. Still asleep. Our front door had four or so locks on it—many of them up high and out of my reach. I quietly undid all of them with ease, softly pushed the chair across the carpet, and opened the door and left. I left the door open so she wouldn’t wake up. And I ran.
YES! OF course!!
And I’m believing in myself in 5,4,3,2….
Some days I want to do everything. Some day I want to do nothing. Today I wish I could opt to do the latter.
The snow is beautiful, but it takes away my motivation to get things done. I am a 20 year old college student who stayed curled up all Saturday and night and watch Harry Potter. I feel like I’m not alone.