"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference" - Robert Frost

February 7, 2012

There was me. 
Sitting in a room full of books. Books I don't understand the language. The room felt cozy. It was rainy outside, but warm inside. Perfect feeling. 
I want it.

There was me. 
Walking through the corridors. Picked up a book. I knew I haven't conquered it yet. I still have to learn. 
I want it.


There was me.
Checking my voice if it was okay. Tried to sing a song, but it wasn't good enough. Guess I'd still have to learn more. 
I want it.


Sounds selfish yet so true. I want it all.

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