hush she said,

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

Alexis is a freshly minted 18year old who finds herself increasingly aware of time space vagaries of life relationships and oh punctuation. She finds herself partial to introversion, often lost in vivid thoughtfulness. She has a voracious appetite for music & movies, but also qualifies as a choosy eater. She realises any attempt to sum personality in 5 lines would be pathetic, but finds writing in third-person pretentious yet enjoyable.