13 May 2012
It took an hour of thought from a Bottle of whiskey but I've finally Arrived through bets somewhat Risky. And though perhaps I bet wrong - for these lines are not Spoken and therefore unheard and I've promises broken and love that's Now blurred - though perhaps this Was wrong and though many thought me Strong, these woods really are Lovely, dark, and deep, And weightless like feathers for my Bones to lay upon in sleep, and Though I had promises to keep, they're Broken now, so now I'll just sleep.
[see Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost for a full understanding]
Darkest Evening Of The Year • Opuss № I