But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

10.6.12


Nothing's more bitter than the sting of the wind against your tears.

Look at the sky, darling, and tell me what you see.
You can't quite describe it, can you?
It's like stardust and joy and there's nothing like it.
Those are memories, darling. Memories of you and I, and of the feelings still untold.
There's so many, and that's only a peek of what's bottled up inside me.
I bet you barely remember anything.
I bet you barely remember me.
Even if you do at all.

Oh, darling, maybe there is something worse.
Something more bitter than the sting of the wind against your tears.

Nothing's more bitter than the wound you left when you forgot me.