The Road Not Taken

"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 marked 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

Dreaming

The feelings that I have are unhealthy and my hopes are unrealistic. At times the emotions are overwhelming. I mostly feel angry at myself for allowing my delusional mind to get extremely carried away.

My dreams are the worst.
When I wake up, I sometimes blur my reality with the dream. It makes waking up and facing my life all the more depressing.

Given the choice between my reality and my dreams, I would choose to live in my dreams... Every Time.