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Literature

No Road Among the Stars

Two roads diverge in a wood. Can't say I didn't care for either, but neither did they reach out to greet me. Two roads diverge in a wood. And I — I chose instead to make my own, snaking through the willow trees, splashing past the stream, and nothing's ever seemed so perfect. So alive. Each leaf waved and called my name. I've never ever heard anything so beautiful. Birdsongs like lullabies and sunshine like earth's own embrace. Sometimes I'd find the two roads again, but I — I was happy to keep to mine. The rivers carried me, cleaned me when I wore out, the moonlight guarded my dreams, but most of all my wanderings brought me wings. Two roads diverge in a wood, but I leave no footprints. Two roads diverge in a wood, but every wood has a sky like diamonds calling me home. I've forgotten the taste of pain, once like fruit and friendship and it never goes away. But still I've forgotten. I've swallowed it whole, so what else is there? There are no roads among the stars, no trees to block