Poetic Literature

I found myself in the depths of this cold oppressive night, to be floating away into a haven of pure amendment.

The insight and intuition is indespensible.
So warm and complete.
Take me away oh noble one.


The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, And I-I took the one less travelled by,And that has made all the difference.


The ones you love, will always be the ones who care without any need for hint. They will see, and undoubtedly understand what has created this to occur.

Feel free to undertake your own path, they will accept and be there, even in spirit. It is because, they love you for you.