alright in an attempt to discover my inner creative self i present you my humble poem.
the morning sun
and the dancing flowers swaying at the sight of you
the afternoon breeze
and all the clouds hang in the vast blue
the evening sunset
and our long garden stroll
the endless night
and awaiting for the next rooster crow.
am i blossoming? i never use cheem words like james sia.
on a sidenote, i didn't manage to get any sleep till 8:30am. I wasn't even doing work. I slept all the way to 2pm and my bioclock has gone topsyturvy. sheer frustration!!!!!!!!!!! GIMME GIMME GIMME MORE (sleep)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
